She wanted to place blame, but she was the product of her own actions. She had made the decisions that led her away from everything she could have ever wanted. Her life was that of a fleeting gypsy, and unorganized suitcase, a splatter of her victims blood upon dirty clothing. Silently, she watched him sleep. He remained peaceful; his mind no longer fostering the "What's next" he had continually asked her since leaving the motel. A part of her, she hated to admit, wished he didn't love her; wished he hadn't searched for her. Their hearts, however, remained as one despite the miles that had seemingly threatened their love.
Angrily, she pulled the blood splattered clothing from her suitcase and fetched the lighter that grazed the bottom of her pocket. She had to get rid of the clothing, she thought as she tiptoed to the door. Although the sun peeked above the building, she knew most of the motel was still asleep, dreaming. I still have time, she whispered to herself as she zipped her leather jacket and tightened her scarf.
Abruptly, he awoke.
As his tired eyes scanned the deteriorated wallpaper that hung lifelessly from the walls, he tried to remember where he was. Like a movie, the events of his evening flickered wildly throughout his imagination. Her embrace, her full breasts, the gun, the dead body, the journey to...he couldn't remember. He, no they, were on the run. He had found Anna.
Who was she now? He wondered silently as he stumbled into the fluorescent lit bathroom. Why hadn't she told him what they were running from? Who was the man she killed? When did she learn how to shot? To kill? The questions left him dizzy; his temples throbbing. Upon relieving himself, he made his way back into the bedroom. Her suitcase laid open revealing more weapons and a passport. Curiously he began rummaging through her belongings. But as he opened the passport, Anna barged through the door.
"What the hell are you doing in my stuff Damien?" she nearly screamed as she ripped the document from his hands. "I-I'm sorry. I was just curious." he replied bashfully. "Let's get one thing straight Damien", she started as she grabbed his face, "DO NOT go through my stuff. Understand?" she demanded. "Anna, what the hell is going on? I am tired of following your ass throughout the fucking desert!" "No one asked you to find me Damien. Why couldn't you just let things be?" she bellowed as she kicked the suitcase aside. "I WAS FINE ALONE! Then you fucking came along, and now I don't know what the fuck to do."
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