Run. Hide. Don't let them find you. Hurts. Hurts to remember. No. No... No... Two by two hands of blue. Always coming.
Wto was running? She couldn't tell. For the first time in a long time she didn't know if what she was remembering and feeling was hers or belonged to someone else. Someone... Him?
She knew when she saw him enter the lobby that it was his, AND hers. Running.
But not here.
"They don't come looking here." She might be talking to him, or herself from her spot perched on a chair near the front desk. Trying to convince herself.
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Wto was running? She couldn't tell. For the first time in a long time she didn't know if what she was remembering and feeling was hers or belonged to someone else. Someone... Him?
She knew when she saw him enter the lobby that it was his, AND hers. Running.
But not here.
"They don't come looking here." She might be talking to him, or herself from her spot perched on a chair near the front desk. Trying to convince herself.