"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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I wake up to him hugging me, our bodies pressed together.
When I turn around, I realise just how close we are. His eyes are still closed, and his lips are slightly parted. His hair is a mess.
I slowly run a finger over his lower lip, smiling to myself. A sense of guilt washes over me when I remember what I'm about to do.
I slowly step off the bed and freshen up without waking him. After quickly putting my clothes on, I walk out the front door.
I look at the room one last time.
I'm so sorry.
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I look around at all the unfamiliar faces, trying to find the one I'm looking for.
As I walk further, I notice couples making out, friends having a few drinks together and a bunch of tough-looking men smoking, but none of them look like him.
"Hey" A male voice behind me says. I turn around, startled. A blond-haired guy in a blue T-shirt and denim jeans stares down at me happily. I glance at him, then back at the entrance.
"Looking for someone? You look like you're lost" he leans against the wall behind him and throws me a wink. I shake my head to look away from him.
"Yeah, um. I'm looking for a man named Fredrick. Have you seen him?" I hopelessly ask. He hmms in thought before looking back at me. "Actually, I know him"
I nervously look at the entrance. Is this the only way? The last thing I would want to do is hand myself over to some human trafficker.
"So, what do you say? You wanna come?"
I almost say yes, had it not been for the voice that rings from behind him.
"No. She doesn't" He says and pushes the guy out of the way. I find myself face to face....with my dad.
No. Not my dad.
He can't be my dad.
His eyes hold the same warm effect they did twelve years back, with the same smile that made the corners of his mouth crinkle. I take a frightened step back, causing him to frown.
