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49. Reflecting .49

Okay... okay, this was it. You took in a deep breath and stepped forward.

Well, you tried to step forward.

There was a steely grip on your shoulder.

"Found you, N/n."

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You smiled to yourself, glancing down at your phone to check your train tickets.

Your expression froze.

There was a text from an unknown number.

'Found you N/n!! :')'

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Arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

Cold washed over you.

"I found you again, N/n!"

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Andy grinned at you mischievously.

You sighed.

"Found you, N/n."

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It happened.

"Found you."

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Again.

"N/n."

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Again.

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Again.

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Again.

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You were tempted to deny the fake name, but you had to admit that you were curious. Plus, if whoever had sent it to you was a threat, it would probably be better to hear what they had to say.

You accepted it and the man left.

The mail was a torn piece of paper in an envelope.

'Found you N/n :)'.

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"Good morning, N/n!"

You blearily opened your eyes to see Andy's smiling face.

What?

You...

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You were running like your life depended on it.

Chilled air turned your lungs numb.

You pumped your legs.

It hurt.

It hurt.

It hurt.

But you ran.

A car.

A person.

There was someone up ahead.

He could help you. He could help.