Traingers

🚂-Margo-away-🚂

🌞4:00 pm🌞

After overthinking a heck lot, I decided to give a call to Grace. When she picked up her phone, she spent 15 minutes reprimanding me. She thought that I decided to do something really untoward.

But when I told her that I just wanted to go out of my demesne, she was overjoyed. Grace was always the one who wanted me to step outside my boundaries.

She thought that if I never step outside my circumference, I won't even realise when some nefarious things entered in my shell and tainted it. Though, I failed from stopping them.

I asked her to delete my number from the call log because I knew my parents would approach her. And if they hire a search team which I think they won't due to our awful financial crises, I'll be busted earlier than I'll even see the pole star in the sky.

I, then, revealed my epiphany in front of her. I told her about how I fled from my home. About how my own home, those same painted walls, those same pictures on the wall, made me feel claustrophic.

I told her how much I hate this hiraeth. This longing. This nostalgia. This reminiscence. How I yearned to find a getaway. Grace promised me that she will not tell even a single soul about where I am. She is not dumb but she'll play dumb for me.

Needless to say, I love her a lot. Not the kind of fake love, our generation offers. But the kind of genuine love, our generation craves.

As soon as I hung up the phone, the stranger guy said with a beam on his face, "So you pulled off a Margo huh?"

I shaked my head at him, gave him a sardonic smile and uttered, "Even if I did, I don't think my Quentin would even bother finding me."

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A/N For all those who don't know who Margo and Quentin are, do search up the book 'Paper Towns' and you'll get the reference. (: