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I managed to escape him.
I didn't know how, but I did.
And I had been running through the streets as the icy rain showered down upon me, making me feel the pain of my decision.
It was cold, and icy, and dark... and I just kept going until I found a dry hiding place.
Dante saved me, I know he did. But I was scared, and nervous, and I didn't know if I could fully trust him.
So—when he left to retrieve something—I ran...
And I regretted it immediately.
It was dark here... too dark.
The cold wind bit my skin, tearing through my veins as I sat behind an air conditioner in some alleyway.
The rain sliced into my skin, sending shivers through me as I buried my face in my knees.
I was shaking, but I wasn't sure if it was because I was scared or if I was cold. I didn't know what to do... I was so... numb.
I remained there for God knows how long.
But... where would I go after this? Would I go home? Would I go to school?
I wasn't safe. I wasn't safe anymore.
I didn't know who I could trust.
I huffed out a shaky breath, watching the cloud puff from my lips and into the cold night.
My face was cold and sticky from the rain, and I felt something hot slip down my cheeks.
Tears...?
I didn't know.
As I buried my face further into my knees, I clutched onto myself tightly, trying to retain my body heat and wait this storm over.
I stared at the ground for a long moment.
But then the rain stopped hitting my skin, and I heard it beat onto a fabric above me—a hollow sound—so, very hollow.
I gazed up then, still shivering.
My eyes widened.
Dante stood above me—a small towel draped over his wrist—and his other arm held an umbrella over my form.
Half of him was covered, and I watched the rain lightly pat onto his hair.
I stared at him for a long moment, trying to read his expression.
But it was gone, emotionless.
Why was he so good at hiding his emotions?
I breathed shakily, shivers racking my body.
He just knelt down to my level, and I didn't draw back like I screamed at myself to.
"You need to stop running off like that," he said gently. "You'll get sick."
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Crush (A Demon Romance)
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