Chapter Thirty. [S2]

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⋙The Reunion⋘

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You're my fire and my safety..
You never mean to break me..

And that's why I'm afraid.

'Cause someday, everybody's leaving...

You promise that you'll stay...

But that's a promise you can't make.

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Someone dies or someone gets hurt...
But if one of us dies...

I hope I die first!
'Cause I don't wanna live without you..

I don't wanna ever learn...How to fall asleep without you.

Tell me what's worse...
Losing you now or later?
Maybe I can break the curse..
And I can be in love forever...

If I die first!

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Rory~

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Rory~

I  was pushed aside by Pope, who was truly trying to keep me protected, but made me fall down on the ground as I let out a small grunt, while I heard loud groans and yells from Pope and the Homeless man, as they both start to fight and wrestle.

I stand up shakily, as I watched Pope try to wiggle his way around the guy, and avoid the taser. Pope runs to attack at the guy, but he lays a punch on Pope's back, making him stagger. And he keeps on charging punches at Pope.

"Fucking hell!" I cursed before I was running towards the guy. "Get off of my friend, you bastard!" I shrieked as I kicked him on the back, making him fall away from Pope; who had fallen on the ground. 

The taser had fallen from his grip, and before I could reach to it, the homeless man grabs it from his position on the ground. Pope was gasping and groaning as he stood up and heaved. Pope grabbed my hand before we ran towards the wall, he tried to climbed over it, but the homeless man was quicker this time as well, as he wrenched Pope off the wall and threw him on the ground. He grabbed my arm and pushed me back onto the concrete pavement pathway beside Pope. 

He comes to attack us again, when I kicked him in the knees making him stumble and fall, again. Pope and I stood up, shakily.

"Shit," I breathed, when the man stands up again, looking at me and Pope with a deadly look in his eyes. 

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