It was still dark when we left. I wandered about the brightly-lit kitchen, packing a few essential items and trying to keep a part of myself asleep for as long as possible. And then we were gone. It was as easy as that.
We had no idea what was going to happen. We only knew we had to get away. Realistically it was our only chance and we were going to take it, even if it killed us. It seems strange thinking about it now, but that’s the way it was back then. Just the two of us. Nobody knew we existed. Nobody cared. We were all alone in the big wide world.
I said we should treat it as an opportunity to get to know each other. You know, find out what made us tick, who we were, what we meant to each other. After all, we were the lucky ones. Not everybody gets the chance to be completely alone together. Not every day anyway.
