Why was it always me in stupid situations like this? I was knelt on the dirty ground, held at gunpoint by a girl who looked like I could throw across the room, you. I didn't know you, not even a little bit, but I had somehow stumbled across you in the forest.

"What i-" before I could even finish my sentence, you flicked the safety off your handgun and pressed the tip of the barrel firmly against my forehead. I swallowed and looked up at your eyes, you didn't even look half my age.