Prologue

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 "You can't do this!" I yelled after her, my voice wavering more than I would've liked it to. I had to stop her, there's no way I'm letting her do this.                                                                                              

"Please, don't make this any harder than it already is. I have to go, this isn't just about me anymore, or even about...us." She said, her back still turned, one hand on the doorknob. Apparently she doesn't even have the decency to look me in the eyes and say goodbye.

"Then what is this about then? Because you're walking into a trap, and I can't see how that's going to help anyone." I tell her. She spins around, obviously trying not to cry. That alone is enough to worry me, I've only ever seen her cry once before. Even as I watch her eyes flash with anger, an all too familiar gaze.

"And what if it's not? What if this is our chance? I have to do this, for me, for you, for Grace, Logan, for everyone! What if this is everything they say it is?" I notice that although she is nearly shouting her words, her voice has started to waver as well. She wraps her arms around herself, a defensive gesture that usually makes me want to run over and tell her everything's going to be ok.

"I'm sick and tired of living in the shadows, Ren, having to pretend like we don't matter." My eyes fall at the sound of my nickname, subconsciously reaching my hand up to sweep my hair out of my eyes.

"I can't let you go." I say, my voice a whisper. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared for her. She'd always been a bit of a loner, tough and jagged around the edges. Who could blame her given the life she's had? She's also always been impulsive and brash; traits I usually serve to balance. It's one of the things that have made us such good friends. I look back up and meet her eyes, begging silently. She turns around and practically rips open the door, the moonlight reflecting like... dare I say fire, off the vibrant red of her hair.

"There's nothing you can do to stop me." And before I can say anything else, even catch a glimpse of her one more time, she's gone.

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