A/N: I like the quote below the title! The cover above was made by Makayla Ruggles.
I stood in the nearly-vacant train station, my eyes closed in contempt as a result to the eery silence. Water dripped loudly in the train tunnel, it's sound echoing.
Happy birthday to me. Officially, (I'd say I was making my own loophole), I was eighteen. And what did that mean?
Freedom, that's what.
So they couldn't come after me this time. I wasn't under the control anymore; they didn't have a reason to follow and haul me back.
See? Loopholes.
I was so busy running away when it wasn't the appropriate time to do so; this was my time. I was officially free; eighteen was the age.
"What are you doing." A voice in a non-question tone came from behind me.
I exhaled, not answering.
The voice came closer. "Don't do it."
"It doesn't matter." I finally answered. "None of it does."
A pause. I felt the presence of him behind me. "Why would you think that?"
My eyes were still squeezed shut. "I'm eighteen. I can do what I want..This is what I want."
"I don't believe you."
My eyes snapped open, and it took all of me to spin around and face him
He was surprisingly close. His outfit was noted in my frontal vision-black jeans, blue polo shirt, and as usual? The hair..it was sickeningly perfect.
"And why is that?" I questioned, blinking.
Blake shifted, looking as if he was peering deep into my soul. I've never gotten a look like that. "You want to be heard..You want to be seen. You were born to be unique, Blaire. But, guess what?"
I hadn't realized I wasn't breathing. My voice was barely above an audible whisper. "What?"
"I see you. I hear you."
I swallowed hard.
Blake was still looking into my eyes, his gaze locked. "What happened to you mom-it was terrible and a huge thing for a five-year-old to handle. I know that.
"And I want you to know that I understand you."
"It's not enough." I shook my head, tears threatening.
"Why?" He softly demanded. "What is holding you back from everything?"
I struggled with the words. I wasn't capable of trust. It just wasn't in me.
Blake took a step closer, his eyes locked deeply into my own. His hand slowly reached up to the side of my face, his finger trailer my jawbone with a look of pure concentration and intensity.
His next sentence sent chills through my body.
"Who are you?"
I blinked, taking a tiny sip of air. "Who do you think I am?"
A small smile tugged at his lips. "A puzzle. A beautiful-"
I blinked, a warmth blossoming in my belly.
"-confusing, stubborn, brilliantly indescribable, puzzle."
Blake shook his head softly, standing back and separating the space between us.
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The Run~Volume 2 ©2015 Sydney Wray
Teen Fiction"Dark-haired, green eyed, and standing at a height of five-six, Blaire Richman is still reported missing. If you have any information, please don't hesitate to call it in or be on the lookout for this young, troubled lady." I bit my lip, making a be...