Tyler Galpin

Tyler has been declared a murderer based on suspicions that seemed to fit the puzzle perfectly.

He was dealing with the police for a while, and while his absence left the void of what it was once like to see him in class, you didn't back down.

You investigated the evidence, but there was something, something that proved his innocence. You took it and kept it. It was a hope for you and for your life together.

That coexistence that went wrong because he had to hide and survive a guilt that he was paying for in the flesh.

When you left, you walked down the street and saw his face on the typical papers they put out when they offer a wanted person and a reward.

You hurried over to the garage. You had it planned: you wanted to talk to the officers who were hanging around there.

As you approached, someone grabbed you and pulled you away. You felt Tyler's breathing and his piercing gaze on yours.

He grabbed the evidence of his innocence and understood: you were not on the side of the police, and that relieved him.

He gave them back to you, but he didn't let you go, not yet.

He hesitated for a moment, but placed a kiss on your lips, a repressed feeling and a warmth he hadn't felt for so long.

As soon as they separated, he cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

Tyler: Don't go, they're bad.

A shiver ran down your spine. You'd been on the verge of ruining everything and getting into serious trouble.

If it weren't for him, you might be dealing with the bad guys now.