Sterling was a criminal. That’s what everyone thought anyways. His wanted posters were plastered everywhere you went, on the sides of buildings, on the bounty board, even when you went to a different town there he was. He wasn’t a criminal, not really. Sometimes he didn’t follow the law, however this was just because the law didn’t do much of anything to protect the people Sterling has been saving. If you ignore the heists and stealing trains he really is a good guy.

He saved you from death a few years back, and since then he came back after every job just to see you. He had a soft spot for you, and everyone knew it. Sterling was one of the kindest people you’ve met, the others being the others in his posse.

Today was different, you noticed. Sterling was more urgent, rushing towards you with long strides. He swept you into his arms, securing you in a tight hug before stepping back and letting his hands rest on your arms, “Come with me.” He suddenly said, breathless, because he had run across town trying to find you. His chest heaved, his brown eyes sparkled, his lips turned up into a hopeful smile. “You should come with me. I can’t- I can’t keep coming here, me and the others are going someplace new. Come with me. With us. We’ll look after you, you know we will.”

“Please.” He breathed out, squeezing you gently. He couldn’t bear the thought of living without being by your side. Being apart from you was hell, and he had to leave because the last gig they’d done had caused problems, one of them being his face was plastered everywhere the eye could see. But he wouldn’t leave without you. He could never do that to you, or himself.

He was wanted dead or alive, but he’d rather be dead than be alive without you.