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Speeding and running away from the scene. The amount of speed both of them pushed to run away from the cops. It's an open wound that's now unable to be sealed, it was the adrenaline rush rushing through their bloods.
The rapid breathing as they lost their fortunes falling down the streets as the red and blue sirens chasing them. All cars approaching quickly as guns were shot fired inside a hidden car where jean and y/n grabbed to flee away.
The money is the purpose of happiness. You can't deny it.
The drugs, freedom and power felt for both of them. They were their own endgame, at least they thought they were together. Anything was possible for them. It wasn't like y/n wasn't afraid of what would've happened to Jean. They both had connections and paid their debts to their dealers to flee to paradise together.
The dream you wanted.
He wanted for you.
"Jean, why are you writing down when we're getting chased!" You shouted in fear, tossing his book from his hand. The rush started to kick away from the police circling around the ramp. He remained calm and showed no emotion gripping the money inside the bag. " Let's think of another idea."
A sudden look in his eyes, glaring down at you. You knew. All you wanted was to scream and yell but no words came out from your mouth
You came this far for each other.
A silence from both of you as tears stream down on jean while he holds your face . He leans forward to press his lips onto yours. The moment was both of yours to embrace. To hold on for one time.
'One...." He kisses your hand handing you a gun from his shirt, hands stiff when it's placed into your hands. Your eyes stayed contacted with Jean as he kisses you again before he starts counting.
"Two" He kisses you once again to ease your pain but it wasn't any easier when moves away from you as he lifts the gun.. You held a good grip as your dominant hand seat high of the gun. Tears in your eyes showing him this wasn't what you wanted
Police circling around both of you, it was a death mission for both of you. There wasn't any way you both were making it out without being behind bars.
Talking through a situation will just end both of you in prison. It was a dead end.
You lost. Jean lost. That money. The future. The dream. The unfairness. To end here in the very moment. It pissed you off more at the thought of losing after everything you both went through today.
For you. You were selfish about the money the same way he was.
As the gun is aimed at jean, he stood unfazed about your doing, he knows better than anyone how dangerous and careless he acts.
He leans slowly towards you as you hold the grip of the gun tightly. He smiles at you for reassurance. It was all that was left for you both.
" PUT YOUR HANDS UP JEAN KIRSTEN! Y/N L/N DON'T DO IT. "A man shouts out as he motions closer to the vehicle while you remain eye contact with Jean.
As their guns were aimed on both of you inside the car.
