You and Niccolo were high school sweethearts. You two were almost always never apart, no matter how hard the circumstances were. The only difference you two had was that you had worse habits than he did. You partied constantly, smoked, and drank. Yet you ensured that it didn't affect him in any harmful way.

As you two got into more educational purposes after you graduated from high school, Niccolo decided to take on criminal justice while you focused on getting your general studies over with at a community college.

Unfortunately, Niccolo broke up with you as he was getting into more busy internships that came with the college, explaining that there were no hard feelings over it. However, you assumed there was more than that. He was most likely ashamed to be with you.

Four years later, you managed to get a stable job that was just enough to give you an apartment and all the other basic needs. Yet, the pay was running low as the rent for your apartment was slowly rising by your landlord. It was becoming more hard.

"Stop, thief!" The cashier spoke as you ran out of the gas station. You needed food, but your bills were worth more. You've never stolen before. Never in your life. But times were desperate.

As you ran farther, you barely were focused on what was in front of you, constantly making sure that no one was running after you. However, you felt yourself hit something, and you stumbled backwards on the busy sidewalk. Looking up, your eyes widened.

It was Niccolo. He looked more.. Emotionless now. More strong. But when he looked at you, he showed no sign of softness at the sight of you, nor did he even show any signs of knowing who you were...

"What do you have there?" He spoke with a stern voice, already suspecting that whatever you were holding, it definitely wasn't yours.