Run (d.l)

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Rose - Indianapolis

"What can I say, Michael?" I questioned. The two of them were sitting on a random park bench, in what seemed like the middle of nowhere.
"You could start with what you are doing here." His lips pressing into a flat line.
"I'm on the run, sitting on a park bench in Indianapolis, when I should really be finding cover." Michael's face scrunched up in confusion. With a sigh I continued. "When I was younger, I fucked up. I landed myself in a rehab centre out of Chicago. After a painful what seemed like forever, I made my escape. It wasn't easy especially because I had a really good friend I had to leave behind." Michael's face still showed confusion.
"That doesn't tell me why you're on the run, Marie."
"Right, my escape route consisted of a long period of time where I had to fake my own happiness and health when I was eventually released from misery, I approached with death open arms. Only to fail. I chickened out last minute and I was on the run ever since." Michael looked almost in pain, I could tell that there was a lump forming in his throat by the way his Adam's apple bobbed up-and-down.
"You..you.. suicide?" I nodded, unfazed by his reaction.
"It's been a long few years."
"Was.. Was that your first attempt?" I shook my head, and suddenly my fingers became the most interesting things I've ever played my eyes on. My gaze was locked onto them, the way that this world and twirled around each other. "W-why?"
"This place isn't made for me. I'm not welcome here. Plus the centre made me feel like I was going insane." I have him a weak smile, not able to look at his eyes.
"But why were you in there in the first place?" I sighed at his question.
"It's a long story."
"We have time." He tried. His eyes gleaming with hope. I paused for what seemed like a lifetime before continuing. 
"When I was younger, my older sister Robbie died... and I blamed it on myself. My parents didn't really care about me so I got into some bad habits."
"Oh."

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After what seemed like a never-ending game of catch, questions and answers being thrown back-and-forth, Michael had enough. I wasn't 100% sure as to why I was trusting Michael, but here I was, explaining myself to someone, thing I've never done before.
We still had several hours before the bus was due to return en route, and nothing to do. Michael suggested that we got a room for the night, but it was turned down almost immediately as neither of us had money for that.

"Marie, how about you sleep and I'll stay on watch, you look exhausted." His words were soft, like a kitten.
"Don't worry about it, I'll just sleep on the bus."
He looked smiled at me grimly, before pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me. He didn't smell as bad as I thought he would, as rude as that sounds. He smelt like a mixture of boy, aftershave and a hint of some exotic body wash. The hug lasted a long time, to the point where I could feel myself slipping into a deep sleep against his chest.

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