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"Runaway"

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ꁞ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ꁞ

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ꁞ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ꁞ

Darcine's POV (2016)

i know she knows i'm here, she can tell i'm watching her i mean she always could

i never thought that night i'd meet my favorite person except i actually did, i met her and honestly i wouldn't have had it any other way

i float into her room and i settle next to her side way form still floating a little then i drop and her body immediately shivers as i drop and i see the outline of a smile on her face, as she tries to pretend to be asleep,

She now knows my name, it's something that took the last night before her birthday to tell her and i'm now here today resting next to her and she won't even rem-

"Darcey i won" she whispers her smile widening and i smile fully aware,

"What ?" i reply her trying to hide all traces of the smile from my face,

"What did i win ?" She asks

And i nod, knowing fully well what she meant,

"You"

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𝒏𝒐𝒘!

I've been in here in everina since her birthday night.

That was the night they caught me. I shouldn't have tried to leave and i admit that was my mistake

"Mr. Damien i share my condolences" I speak care free with an eye roll to the unsuspecting man

"I worked for- i worked for him and now it's me ?" The man speaks raising his voice, immediately meeting my bullet.

Always tie up lose ends, and that's exactly what i'm doing

he isn't human and his true form exposes as soon as i shoot him and immediately pull out my dagger, only to be whipped by the ugly creature's tale backwards and i quickly pull out my cross letting it wrap around the monster's chest and it gets cut in it's heart and it immediately disappears into a dark dusty pile of dust,

my first thought is to go back, go back to the same place that swore to protect me and the other lost kids, the same place that uses me, us for their bidding and i realize i could just leave and I'll call all of it off,

i'll end it.

And i make that cursed call, to my owing friend,

"turn back"

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"Darcine" i hear a faint voice call out, and i smile with a chuckle and i ask

ꁞℒℴ𝓈𝓉 𝒷ℴ𝓎ꁞ⁠ Onde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora