Friday 7 September 2018

3.7 Seconds

I knew that it would be the last time I ever saw her. For both our sakes, they'd never stop looking for us if she left with me. But as I stood beside the car we'd stolen the previous night, I knew I had to ask. I had to offer her a life of constant danger and running forever, which was the cost of being with me.

The fact that she hesitated, the fact that she was torn for more than a second, the fact she nearly said yes, that's what has kept me going all these years since then.

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