I was running from them. They wouldn't stop chasing me until they finally got what they wanted. I figured that I would never be safe.. It would always be me, running and running from my inevitable death. That is, until I found her.
Now she's in deep shit alongside a potential threat.
That potential threat is me. I can't help but pity the poor girl. I can't believe I ruined her life. I distracted her from her plans for herself. I killed her dreams. I broke her. She threw everything away, all for me. And not voluntarily.
