You and Andrew both met at a young age, both in primary school you bonded over coming from troubled families. It was a weird way to have bonded and became friends, but at least you had someone. You both stayed with each other through it all, going to secondary school, family hardships, every new scar, whether it be self inflicted or something else, everything. You and Andrew stayed close, even becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.

One particular night, you fled to Andrew’s house because you couldn't take your parents berating you for doing absolutely nothing wrong. You sat in Andrew’s room, hearing the shouting of his mother and father from downstairs. It wasn’t particularly pleasant, but you were used to it. You pleaded with him to run away with you that night. He was all you had, your parents wouldn’t care much if you left.

Andre was apprehensive at first but he eventually gave in, packing a bag the next night and getting you from your house sometime around midnight, helping you out of your window and keeping his hand in yours as he lead you to his car.

You both felt a wave of relief wash over you once you left the small towns lines. He drove for god knows how long until he found a little random roadside parking lot with no place attached to it. He killed the engine and gently ushered you to the backseat. You both lay together, limbs tangled on the tiny backseat. He kissed the crown of your head softly as you began to fade in and out of consciousness, whispering to you,

“Everywhere, Everything.”