Do You Believe in Love?

Three months ago she was just the preacher’s daughter. Today she’s got her picture up everywhere you look. They all said if anyone got out of this town it would be her, and I was more than happy to be the one driving. I was trouble they said, but she never seemed to mind. Under that skirt she was trouble too, and we were making headlines, criss-crossing the country, leaving a message in our dust; a big, cursive “fuck you” to everything and everyone we wanted to leave behind. We just needed some money to make a new life, and the quickest way we knew how to do it was with a couple of ski masks and shotguns.

They called us geniuses, said they couldn’t predict where we’d strike next. Twenty-three different banks in a dozen different states. A different car every single time, no cellphones, no signs of slowing down. They started calling us the Bonnie and Clyde of the iGeneration, and we fucking loved it. Fifteen minutes of fame had stretched for months, and when she told me she wanted to live forever I promised to make it happen. We hit banks up North, and when the feds were busy covering the Canadian border, we headed back South. Honestly, who runs to Canada? I figured if we made to Mexico, if we got away with it, that was immortality. We were a page in the history books.

I asked her to marry me in a little roadhouse off of Interstate 35, just outside of Laredo, Texas. She was sipping on something cheap from the tap and I was head over heels. She was the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced. She was the kind of storm you never recover from, powerful but natural, comforting in a way. I watched her point pistols at shaky bank tellers, knowing never in a million years would she ever fire. Hell, she never even loaded the things. I never intended to do it, but I was lost in those green eyes and the giggle she’d give after a long drink.

I was satisfied walking back to the car, under the Texas stars with her hand in mine. I gave her money, adventure, fame, and soon enough I’d give her a new last name.

She gave me two slugs to the gut from a revolver I never knew she had.

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