Chapter 3

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The world comes into focus and I realize I survived the night, without Max. My tears well up again and I try to fight them down. What if he didn't make it. Why did I let him go alone? The ground quickly becomes of interest as memories of the day before flood my vision. 

Rustling comes from the bushes and I jump. Slowly backing away until my legs give out to exhaustion. I warily look over to where the noise is coming from. "Ross." A voice calls out. It can't be, can it? Unruly red hair sticks out and Max's face appears. He rushes over to my side and hugs me. "I thought I had lost you." He whispers in my ear. A warm substance touches my neck and I realize he had started crying. "I thought the same for you." My voice came out hoarse like I hadn't used it in a month.

Slowly Max pulls me closer to him and presses his lips to mine. I savor his taste for the time being and forget about the world around me. Nothing can stop us this time. We pull apart and I dig my face into his neck so he can't leave me again. "I love you." He whispers. "I love you too." What I say is muffled by  the the man I love's neck.

"We have to get moving," he says. "Before they come back." I nod and grunt in agreement. He sets me on the ground and stands up. He pulls me up as well. Not even two seconds after he stands me up, my legs collapse from the strain and movement. Max realizes I am not going anywhere like this and pulls me up on to his back.

We slip through the undergrowth, unsure of where we are going. Our only intention is to get as far away as possible from that spot. Leaves around us whistle in the wind, carefree and unaware. Unable to see their reality, just fighting to stay alive in their own way. I want to be like them. Safe and free. Not having to run for my life every few minutes. 

A rundown skyscraper appears on the horizon line as the trees get farther in between. It towers over us as we reach the door, creaking and unstable. Many windows are cracked and the structure of the building isn't safe. Yet Max goes in anyways, towing me along. This isn't safe, but what is in this new life.

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