Get up.

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Not running.

Unfocused.

You gasp for air so suddenly you start choking on it, unable you summon the self control you had only moments ago. The adrenaline is catching up now and you struggle for air still lying sprawled on the ground.

You try to stand up. You've got to stand up.
"Ow!" Pain shoots up your hand as you land back on the floor -shaking- with a thud, pricking your finger on a rose.

Stupid! Biting your toung you look back. You know he heard you and now you've lost everything. Hopefully you led him far enough into the maze that it doesn't even matter anymore. He's here.

"So.." His low, gravely voice starts before he's reached you. "Are you going to allow me to lead you out of this maze? Or would you rather keep running?" He offers you a hand to get up.

You hesitate. Watching him for any flicker of the beast he was before you ran into the maze. Not running from him nessasarily... No. Simply running with him, leading him away. The further the better. But here you are, sitting on the gravely floor, gasping for breaths of the thick perfumed air.

"Why do you worry? We both know you needn't be afraid of me. After all unlike the others when I said you would 'loose everything', I wasn't talking about your life. I was talking about their's." He had done speech marks with his fingers in the air at "loose everything" almost as if this was comical to him.

Almost.

You take his hand.

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Hii! This is something I've been thinking about writing for a while so all the parts are already written and are just in need of editing!! Hopefully you enjoyed this and please leave advice I would love it!

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