Dawn Of Twilight

Chapter 8 : Until You (Part 2)

Erevin listened intently, his thoughts clouded by the swirl of voices in his head. One said to respond, another marveled at how beautiful she looked when she smiled. He stayed quiet, focused, until—

A truck. Fast. Too fast.

And Dawn—stepping forward.

"Dawn!"

The scream ripped out of him before he could think.

She couldn't react.

The truck roared, closing the gap in a heartbeat.

Erevin didn't think.

He moved.

His hand caught her arm in a vice grip.

He yanked her back with all his strength.

Her gasp. His heart pounding like thunder.

The truck tore past, the wind whipping at their clothes. The blare of the horn was deafening.

Erevin stumbled back, pulling her with him. She crashed into his chest, her small frame trembling against him.

For a moment, the world was still.

Her face was pressed to his chest. He could feel her shallow breaths, the way she clung to him instinctively.

He tried to steady his breathing. Tried to ignore the sharp ache of his heart slamming against his ribs.

In the chaos of his thoughts, a voice snarked dryly, Now we know why her "cruel" father doesn't let her go out on her own.

Behind them, unseen, two figures halted in the shadows. Dawn's father froze mid-stride, his heart in his throat, as he watched Erevin pull his daughter to safety. Erevin's father stood beside him, speechless, his hands balled into fists. Neither dared to step forward.

But Erevin didn't know that.

All he knew was the sound of her soft, shaky voice.

"Erevin..."

He loosened his grip, only just realizing how tightly he was holding her.

"You're okay," he said, his voice steadier than he felt. "You're safe now."

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her wide eyes glistening. Her lips moved as if to say something, but no words came.

Erevin gently let go of her arm, his fingers tingling where they'd touched her.

He looked away quickly, trying to calm the storm in his chest. His voice—gruff, quiet—broke the silence.

"Let's... let's keep walking."

Dawn's father let out a long breath, the tension in his shoulders easing.

"That boy... he is quick," he said, his voice low but filled with admiration. "Reflexes like that aren't easy to come by."

Erevin's father, still frozen in place, blinked as if snapping out of a trance. "That's my son," he muttered, almost in disbelief. "He's usually so... reserved. I didn't know he had that in him."

Dawn's father smirked slightly, giving him a side glance. "Looks like your son isn't just brains. Boy got guts too."

Erevin, meanwhile, felt like his heart was still trying to escape his chest. Dawn walked closer to him now, silent, her steps slower than before.

In his head, the voices wouldn't stop.

"She can't be left alone," one insisted, firm and commanding. "She's dangerous. Hold her hand. Do it now. We don't have a choice."