Hand in hand they ran. They were stars, their backs reflecting the emergency vehicle lights. Red and blue. Red and blue.

"Stop running, I have the authority to shoot."

Neither of them looked back, if they had to go out in any way it would be in a storm of bullets, not back in the grasps of the law

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The words were enough, whether they made it out of this mess, they would at least go together.

The ally way they could disappear down was up ahead, but the sound of a gun preparing to be fired rung through the night. It was the sound of evil, of chains and oppression.

The man had to shoot them, if he didn't consequences would be great. Escapees were not tolerated, freedom was not allowed. If there was a law it must be obeyed.

However, the policeman hesitated, he knew the rules the couple had broken were ridiculous. Free will was no longer a thing, and the sight of the couple made him wish for better times. He set the gun down, knowing that he had sentenced himself to death, but somehow happy.

The two people slipped into the alleyway, thanking whatever greater being that they believed in. After that, they seemed to disappear, but if the policeman listened closely he could've heard the wild music of the free, trying to remind him that hope existed.