I like writing, but I'm not sure if I'm really any good at it yet.

When they threatened us, we ran. I was good at running. You tend to pick it up, when you've often had to steal just to get enough food. She wasn't as good, but I helped her along.

Her parents were furious when they realized. When they went to her room, and no one was there. They sent people out to hunt us down and bring her back. Alive, preferably. They didn't care about what state I was in.

They had more than enough money to make it happen.

We almost got cornered once, until she grabbed me and flew away. I'd never flown before. When we flew, we didn't leave any tracks to follow. We managed to lose them.

We found an old building to live in. It seemed alright. It was a mess. Boxes and things scattered everywhere.

We worked to fix it up. Clean it up. It was nice, just the two of us, for a time. It would have been lonely, if we didn't have each other.

But we did.

We were together.

We were enough.

And we didn't have to worry about them separating us.

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