We Were No Bonnie And Clyde
But for you, my love, I'd turn myself into the villain they want. Again, my dream really is about running. There's just something that genuinely compels me to dream about it. Maybe it's the high rush of people following me. Maybe it was the thrill of being caught in action. Maybe it was because I wanted the attention. I don't know. But anyways, the main accomplice for this dream was no other than my boyfriend. Yes, Lemuel. The story starts with us running already. We stole something valuable. That's why the police were hanging posters and asking citizens about our whereabouts. We were discreet with the people we interacted with. We didn't have any money to fully supply our needs. So we just relied upon the goodness of the hearts of some people. We went to remote areas, usually apartments since houses can be easily searched by the police. We moved from one city to another. I believe he was content with the life we lead. We were always happy and one way or anoth...