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Chapter Eighteen | Until Dawn, PT. 2

{excuse any wrong translation in this chp, it isn't my first language}

3:12 am.

Keeping a secret is like euphoria.

Obviously, without the consequences.

That part is not so pretty.

There are different motives when it comes to keeping a secret. Some have good intentions, and some have horrendous ones.

But the worst secrets are those you can not reveal under certain circumstances, even if you want to share. 

The wish to be comforted is the worst feeling ever, especially when you have the bone to deny any help.

That pit inside your body reminds you why you can't tell anyone.

The only people who know them become your underdogs.

Ava was no saint.

She was nowhere near perfect.

Keeping a big secret that she had kept away from everyone other than Sereph for more than 7 years.

And now, that secret was showing its ugly head.

She ran, and she ran like a rat. Fighting to keep Sereph safely on her back and lift her easily without compromising their safety. 

So what if she had broken ribs? So what if she couldn't properly talk? It didn't matter. 

Sereph was injured worse, and Ava was the only one who could run.

Sereph also had secrets.
Yet she bet her life on keeping Ava's secrets more hidden than hers.

It was a secret of Ava that Albert didn't know.

It was a secret of Ava that even Dariel did not know.

And the fears that came with hiding the secret were haunting. 

Sereph was scared of what could happen to Ava if the past came back to her, and she blatantly stared at the redhead's heaving chest, seeing it move so much as they escaped from the building they were being held up in.

Ava's pendant was missing from her neck.

That pendant had such painful memories attached to it.

And yet, just like the bravery Ava showed to conquer the possession of her pendant, she ran away from the thousands of men who were looking for them.

Ava was no weak girl, and she was no bitch. 

Her body was strong, and she knew that. 

What she didn't know was that if she kept ignoring the pain in her internal organs because of the adrenaline masking it, she could die.

Not to forget, her throat was not free.

It was damaged, damaged beyond comprehension.

Forget her voice. She couldn't even turn her neck properly.

Sereph did not pay attention to it yet, Ava did not bring it up or make it obvious.

But Ava could not tell her best friend how much she suffered in her collar.

She kept telling herself one thing, Sereph. Blood. Broken knee. Bruised face. Internal bleeding.

With those thoughts, she couldn't run any faster.

The mere attempt to breathe from the mouth was like shards being shoved down her throat.

So as she ran with the holding of the blonde, there was nothing else but the darkness of the moon over them and the dimmed lights of the forsaken ground they both had never seen before.