I was running. Breathless. But still running. I had a gun wound on my leg. But was still running. I had to run . I had to reach there. Find him. Save him. It's the least I could do.
I could hear the footsteps behind me. I tried to run faster. My dress was torn. I could smell dried blood on it. Its ironic. If I was in this situation a few months ago I would have freaked out. Given up, embraced death. Yes, I still was scared, even now. But I couldn't give up. Giving up wasn't even an option. What changed? What happened? He happened.
It was thundering,showers heavily pouring. It made the track wet. Difficult for me to move. I tripped on a pebble. Crashed down. Hit the ground. I could hear the footsteps getting closer. No use getting up now. Any movement and they would know where I was.
I thought about my life. So much had happened in such a short time. This could be my last day. Yet, I did not regret any of it..............................It all started the day I met him................
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The Agent Upstairs
FantasyWhat would u do if u thought your neighbour upstairs was a murderer? Run away? Call the police? Or just investigate on your own? Maybe find him to be cute? Lisa's life changes when she finds the guy upstairs is a secret agent . Troubles ensue as the...
