It was past midnight. Aside from my heavy breathings, the woods had come into a deadly silent.
They are hunting again.
I can feel it.
I shoudn't be here.
I need to run as far as I can.
I need to save myself.
If they got me, it will be the end...
...and no one will ever know of what I have become.
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The Real One
RomanceIn this world of deceit, we can only grasp things that are acceptable with our normal eyes. What's beyond the things we usually see are those that's beyond our imaginations.
