• Ian waited in the shadows taking a short break from all of the running he had been doing. He noticed the street sign. First and Amistad... He would remember that place forever "Why?" he asked himself. "Why couldn't you be here Anna?" he said frustrated. He punched the wall and then checked his cell, looking at the text which had ruined his life. Dear,Ian... i don't know how to tell you this, but i haven't chosen you.... i cant handle helping you anymore. You are some worrysome all of the time.... I'm sorry, may god look after you. Anna He ran his hands up his head through his hair, in delirium. He was breathing hard. They would be here soon. But was it worth it, was it worth living another day? Ian himself had a dillemma. But Anna, the girl he loved had betrayed him. She didn't care anymore. She couldn't handle it. "May god look after me?" he said bitterly "You are my god." he said. He moved out of the shadows and into the tavern. Sobbing, he put his hands up as his stalkers circled him. "Ian Feldman, you have been accused of stealing from the government, and treason." one man said. "Do you have anything to say before you are executed?"
    "I deny these charges." he said.
    "We do not." another man said. He pulled out a gun, pointed... But just at that moment Anna M. Youna burst into the tavern. "NOOOOOO!" she yelled. Guns pointed at her. "Give us a couple minutes please" Ian said. "What are you doing here?" Ian said.
    "I've-I've been trying to find you."
    "Where were you then? I've been gone for a week."
    "I've been looking... for you! All week."
    "Why didn't you tell me? At least a text!"
    "I... I wasn't sure. But i decided to find you."
    "You found me." Ian said. He didn't know what to believe anymore.
    "Two minutes have passed". a man said. He pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him straight in the heart.
    "Ian! Ian!" Anna yelled.
    "Why'd you wait?" Ian said, as he lay on his deathbed. He closed his eyes, and then...