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i wasn't thinking clearly, so i hadn't ran home.

i ran into the trees, and into the fog.

and although i was running from peter, i couldn't help but realize that i was also running from him.

it became quite literal when i heard his footsteps, heard him begging me to stop running. i heard the pain in his voice, the concern.

and yet i kept running.

i sprinted through the trees, tears streaming down my face. my vision was awfully blurry, and my heart was beating out of my chest.

that's when he calls my name. his voice cracks, so i know he was crying, but his tone isn't full of care anymore.

it's full of warning.

and as i turn around to face him, to see if something had happened to him, it happens.

i hear a loud sound, and turn to my right before being blinded with light.

only then do i notice that i was no longer in the trees, but instead on the road.