When there’s a real possibility you might not live another day, you go through a range of emotions. My body reacted to the touch and I looked up. Someone knelt next to me and took my hand. The heavy door shut behind me with a thud and a lock fell into place. I opened the door and entered the stone house the room was illuminated by candlelight. I ran to the one place I knew I would be safe. I ran from the illusion I was living and blinked away the tears clouding my vision. I pushed men and women out of my way and hoped they didn’t meet the people I was running from. The narrow alleyways were hot and crowded. I sprinted through the uneven stone streets as my dress wound its way between my legs, threatening to trip me with every step. The pain would diminish and though I wouldn’t remember it, our bond would always exist. I couldn’t stay knowing what he was part of, but despite everything, I wouldn’t deny I still loved him. Maybe it was love, maybe it was guilt, but he told me I had to go. Lights flickered as I passed them, one thought pounding in my head: he had let me leave. I didn’t dare look behind me, too scared of who might be following.
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