They hadn't run far.

But they'd run as far as they could.

A faded motel tucked along the highway an hour from the city became their refuge - a single, dimly lit room with buzzing lights overhead and wallpaper peeling like skin left too long in the rain. But to Raven and Ryle, it might as well have been another world. One with no bloodlines. No rules. Just them.

Raven curled at the edge of the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, watching rain snake down the motel window. Her thoughts were as heavy as the sky outside.

Ryle stood in the cramped bathroom doorway, his reflection dim in the cracked mirror. He hadn't moved in what felt like hours. The silence between them wasn't cold - it was thick, like a tide neither of them could wade through.

Finally, he crossed to her, footsteps hushed against the carpet. He knelt slowly in front of her, his knees brushing hers.

Ryle (quietly): "I keep replaying everything. Every time I looked at you and thought, how do you feel like home? And now?"

She reached for his hand and didn't let go.

Raven (gently): "I don't care what anyone says. You were my home. You still are."

Her voice cracked at the edges, but she didn't drop her gaze.

Ryle (hoarse): "But we can't un-know what we know."

She nodded, slow and silent, tears catching in her lashes but refusing to fall.

Raven: "I thought if we just? loved hard enough, maybe it could change the truth. Make it smaller. Less real."

She cupped his face, her thumbs gently stroking along his cheekbones. He leaned into her like he was starving for the warmth.

Ryle: "Maybe love doesn't fix everything. Maybe it's just the part of the story that makes the truth hurt less."

Their kiss wasn't rushed. It wasn't desperate. It was soft and slow, like they were writing their final chapter with their mouths - savoring each word.

He pulled her gently into his lap. Her fingers slid beneath the collar of his shirt, not to provoke but to remember.

Raven (whispering): "Say it one more time."

Ryle rested his forehead against hers.

Ryle: "I love you."

Raven (nods): "And I'll carry that. Even if we have to leave everything else behind."

They didn't sleep.

They stayed curled into each other - kissing, whispering, memorizing. Each breath a thread, each silence a goodbye.

And when morning came, they still didn't have a plan.

Just the ache of what they'd tried to preserve.

And the love that remained after everything else was gone.