I stand there, the stagnant winds streaming through my inky, soft hair. My jaw tightens at the fat words printed across the page.
'Wanted, Esen Pace, reward: £21,000.
I slowly blink my eyelids, curling the parchment into folds and softly pushing it into my pocket with the tip of my thumb. I am certain it's her; the image printed onto the page matches her round, pale face and sky eyes.
'Esen Pace.'
The name tastes perfect on my tongue, like it's been prepared and painted to sit just right in my mouth. I smile a stupid, lovesick smile and scan my surroundings once more. The streets remain still and have a stiff posture. Although, a scent of sweet perfume stabs through my nostrils. I whip my head around to the slim alleyway.
A wash of pale pink hair licks away from the corner of the structure and into the shadows. After registering the sight, I brush stray strands of hair from my face, and sprint toward the skinny gap between the buildings.
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The soles of my shoes pound of the dusty cobbles as I pursue the glimpse of blush hair, my fingers curling around the wall to give me leverage as I round the corner. Debris from the streets cavort in my face, smacking my chin. Abruptly, Esen skids into a broad, wide street, gripping a ladder leaning on lazy scaffolding.
Fuck's sake
Her shoes dissipate over the brim of the scruffy wooden planks as I crawl up the ladder. My hands grasp for the splintered edge as I haul myself up. I lift my gaze just in time to see her leap onto the rooftop of a stubby house.
My heart screams at me, pleading for me to leap over the vertical chasm, but I find myself skidding to a stop just as my shoes curl over the edge. Scanning the drop, my eyes linger on the distance between myself and the cobbles.
There's too much.
If I fail I will certainly break my legs.
I inhale deeply, walking slowly backward. When I consider myself far enough, I ready my legs to sprint. Nerves killing my insides, I hasten forward, racing toward the edge ever looming closer. I reach the brim and-
I jump.
And I fall.
I fall to my death.
The last thing that escapes my lips is a shrill, high scream.
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