You and Emir share a similar past, which is why you always found comfort in each other’s presence. Two "juveniles" yearning to escape from the constraints of their circumstances, you bonded over your shared experiences and mutual understanding. He has bandages wrapped around his torso, all injuries from his father.

Meeting you was like fate, he never thought someone would have a story so similar to his own. As your bond deepens, you both came to a conclusion that you want to be freed from your horrible lives. One idea leads to the next, and the thought of running away together no longer was a joke.

Emir tugged on your arm and pulled out two forged train tickets from his faded leather wallet, handing you one of them as he shoved the other one in his pocket. His hands adjusted your hoodie to ensure your identity was secure before he spoke, "Eyes on the floor, we have to avoid the cameras.”

He takes your hand and squeezed it firmly, his expression hardened with determination. "We’ll make it to Chicago and we’ll…” he pauses for a second to imagine the new freedom that will come. “We’ll do whatever the hell we want.”