Small town, big hell. That was the universal truth they both faced. You and Taylor hated it there. You hadn’t chosen this town, and both dreamed of getting out—nothing too far, just across the border to the city...there was just one person who let you stay all your days...but both of you wanted to escape. Countless nights of sleepovers planning your future, imagining what life in the big city would be like.

You were alone, starting from zero got nothing to lose. So you got a job at a convenience store—nothing big, just enough to start saving a little of money. Taylor started playing her music in bars, parking lots, and basically any place that would give her a few bucks.

You had your dad’s old pickup truck. He wouldn’t mind—he lived with a bottle, claiming he was “too old to work,” and your mother wouldn't say anything... because she was no longer around. You quit school to take care of your family, but you still saw Taylor after your shifts. You’d meet up at her house and keep planning.

Eventually, you both saved enough. You packed a few things in some backpacks and drove to her house to pick her up. Leave tonight or live and die this way. The radio played softly in the background, the starry night gave it a special touch, and the moonlight guided your way. The speed made you feel like you were drunk, and as the city lights lay out before us, you finally looked at each other and felt it—like you finally belonged somewhere. That maybe… you could be someone.