As we watched the sunset I started beginning to rethink my decision to leave home. I couldn't run away forever and I was bringing along someone with me. Even though he had explained to me he wanted to be here, I knew it wasn't right for me to do this. He should be home. He's not mine because thought he loves her. I thought I was just his friend, one of his pack members. I never would have imagined we'd be something more, but as he held me in his arms and whispered, "Everything will be alright," It felt right to be here. That she didn't exist, that last month never happened. Just me and him. Two runaways. I would be ready for whatever came tomorrow.