for him [bxb] ✔️

26 // runaways

We had run with the feeling of euphoria- our dirtied sneakers full of rocks, backpacks full of canned food and hearts full of newfound hope.

The sounds of the wind rustled our jackets and tripped up our own feet as we continued to sprint harder and faster than any past occasion in Mr. Pine's PE class.

I had once been deemed a mentally ill teenager with a will to pursue a career in a field that was just "not realistic" as any other that my suggested peers were going toward. Connor had been once deemed a loner- the boy with a struggling home life and all the more struggling grades- now being believed to have disappeared alongside his father merely a few months ago.

Our lungs beat out of our weary chests and our pulses sped to light speed as our malnourished bodies moved from empty train cars to the dirty truck beds of hardworking farmers.

From the feeling of ten sunsets later, we stood upon a summit far from home and the wandering eyes of our old neighbors. This was where I renamed my home to the very being of a boy I called Emerald.

I found myself head over heels with him and the feeling of lost hope was replaced with that of love belonging to the very boy I had thrown my life away to be with.

As the news reels and newspapers piled in dumpsters not too far away with news of two teen runaways, excuse my wording- convicts after local police had found the dissembled body of Peter Franta buried in his own backyard, my partner and I scavenged for any job applicable and any way we could obtain even the smallest amounts of food or new clothing.

While the world would spin and spiral around us, we would be just two content lovers under the care of an abandoned trailer in Four Hills, Albuquerque.