Infinite

The colorful gleam of an artificial Heaven, placed somewhere in downtown Hell. Marshall's pale face lit neon from the various bars and restaurants we walked passed, his sardonic expression even more grim as he bit his lip in heavy thought.

I held his arm, huddled myself against his side. The sky was an all black dome that extended over the city, keeping the sin of its dark underbelly secure and protected- -downtown Hell. Snow fell like stars, and in front of my face was a cloud that pushed from my mouth at every breath. Marshall's left hand shook as a cigarette sat between his fingers, the skin on his knuckles chapped and red from the cold.

"Let's run away." He proposed, glancing down at me. "Your dad has his van, we could steal it. Tonight."

"We have no money." I sighed.

"Even more of a reason to go."