You and him were an odd duo, Both dirt poor and struggling to get by. You started off as a Random girl, Caesar broke into your house one night and, rather than calling for help with the strange boy in your room, you tended to his injuries

He was some Street punk, committing crimes left and right with a gang of his own, but he quickly fell into a routine with you; breaking and entering into your room whenever he needed patching up

Tonight was like almost any other, the window sliding open and in coming Caesar, waking you up with his heavy footsteps and labored breaths, holding his shoulder as you stirred in bed

" Get up," He huffs, turning on the lamp next to your bed and making you flinch