We were never meant to survive this world. Not me, not Dorian-two souls too wild, too broken to be tamed. We ran, faster than the ghosts that haunted us, faster than the blood we spilled. The highway was endless, our love fierce, our crimes unforgivable. But every story has an ending, and ours is written in blood and smoke. Dorian said we could outrun fate, but I know better now. You can't escape the dark when it lives inside you.