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It was pretty late at night by the time they finally reached the Canadian border. As he drove closer to the border he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. They'd only ask a few questions, right? It wasn't likely that they would have pictures of them or anything, any way of knowing that they were trying to run from the law, right?

Right.

He was worrying over nothing, he was pretty sure of it. So far, everything had been going well. Sure, it had taken them a little longer than expected to get here, mostly because they kept stopping to fool around and the like, but they had managed to get here, new car and all. Once they got through they could find a place to stay for the night and figure out the rest in the morning, right?

Right.

Still, one of his hands left the wheel and searched for her hand, fingers intertwining with one another. Being able to hold her hand was a comfort, at the very least.

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She couldn't believe they weren't going to be okay. She needed him. She lightly pressed her lips to his shoulders, mindful of his arm, and closed her eyes at his returning touch.

It would be a long drive back, she knew. She could hardly stand the silence. Even if she tried to talk to him, Noah would hear, and he couldn't hear. He would just make it so much worse.

He seemed too interested about what Gabriel did to his mom, or maybe he was just being cruel. Either way, she couldn't say a word.

He leaned his head against her shoulder, sighing softly. He wanted to talk to Elle, to finish discussing things, to find some sort of peace...or something, but he couldn't. Instead, the unease was eating at his stomach and the longer they rode in silence, the more uncomfortable he felt.

There was nothing they could do. Nothing but wait. Elle pressed her lips into his hair but couldn't close her eyes, every now and then reaching to touch his chest, his thigh, his cheek.

What did the Company want with them? To punish her for killing her Dad? To punish Gabriel? Now they were the types of people the Company hunted; she knew that. They'd probably be locked up. Would she ever see him again, past the moment they arrived?

Elle bit down on her lip, reopening a dark red, crusted scab, and worriedly tongued the cut, licked the seeping blood. Her entire body repelled at the thought, and she felt queasy, and sick, and angry.

Everything she feared was coming true. Being taken away from Gabriel, being lock away for real. Would they take away her memories too?

"It's so sweet, watching the two of you. High school romance, all Unicorns and rainbows," Noah drawled in amusement as he watched them. "You didn't really think this was going to last, did you?"

Gabriel had, even after Bob died, after Virginia, after they left New York, he thought somehow, they could find a way to make it work. He had really thought that maybe they could find a way to move past things. He could find a way to fully forgive Elle for what she did, for what she made him do.

He wasn't so sure now.

He wasn't so sure of anything now.

Elle ignored Noah, despite the rising of protest in her throat. She had thought it was going to last, just as he did. How could it not? They belonged to each other. To no one else. Even if he didn't want to kill his mother, he had. He had chosen her. Didn't that mean anything?

She had to believe it did. Even if he needed time, or space, or... anything. She could give it to him. She could. She thought she could. He'd forgive her, she was sure of it.

If they'd even get the chance, now.

Sure. She swallowed thickly, huddling as close as she could towards him. What else could she do?

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