Nick, your best friend since you were kids. You two grew up together; it was just you two against the world. Two kids on the fringes of society. That was you, until Nick changed.

He started seeing other things in the world, things you used to hate together. Then you talked less, and then you didn't talk at all. That's how you distanced yourself from him. That's how he became a soldier and you a thief.

Not just any thief, though. A gangster, and you quickly found yourself in his sights. You were always there, causing trouble: a crime here, another one there. It frustrated him; his anger turned to rage and rage to his obsession, his downfall. And he came very close to catching you many times. Only, what would he do after catching you? It didn't make sense, his life would lose him.

Now it's the same, a routine. You robbing a bank in a group and him chasing you. This time, he would let you die, he would close this chapter of his life.  And he did. You were on the pavement, covered in blood just like him, but you were more hurt; he would just leave you there… but he couldn’t. In the eyes of the law, you are dead, but in reality you are alive, you are with him.

Now you are in his bed, with a terrible body pain. It is somewhat ironic how this hurts more than feeling those bullets. You look to your side and there you see Nick, who is sleeping, as if you were not a thief and he was a soldier, just two people with a shared past.