The lights of the city felt like a thousand eyes watching us. Maybe it felt that way because we had been on the run for days. We had gone so far and yet it seemed like that wasn't enough, we didn't even know if we could make it.
We were always running, only stopping when we were out of breath, hiding in the darkest corners of the town, hoping that no one would find us.
I had never been so afraid in my entire life, and yet I also never felt that good. My heart was racing from the fear of being caught but I only had to turn around and look at him and my heart slowed down again, only to suddenly stop for a brief moment and then accelerate again, but differently.
He was as scared as I was and neither of us had a plan, but when our trembling hands touched that was the only thing that we needed to know, we had each other, that was enough.
We sat on that rooftop for hours, our clothes wet from the rain were drying on our bodies under the cold wind of the early hours of the morning. Was that the last sunrise we would see? I didn't know, and honestly I didn't care. His arm around me trying to warm me gave me a comfort such I never felt in my life. Oddly in the moment of deepest despair I felt the most reassured.
He threw out what remained of the last cigarette, the feeble smoke drawing strange demonic figures into the air, but I was calm, I was not afraid anymore.
I turned around looking at his face tense with worries; the dawn with a first timid ray of light kissed his gentle, melancholic smile. And then he told me those words that I would never forget for the rest of my life
«Show me the titties»
I was bored so I improvised in a couple of minutes a random chapter of an improvised story