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Thirty-ninth Cliché

Mia ran away as fast as she could after pushing Mark away from her. She ran and ran as fast as her small feet could carry her cold, lifeless body. The further away she seemed to physcially get away from Mark allowed her to feel less but somehow it also made the throbbing agony in her chest to get worse.

It should have been easy consdering that the things that had been burdening her now did not exist. Instead she was tormented, as a convulsion took her chest figureatively, literally she was fine, her chest beating. Her heart only seemed to pound harder into her chest as her lungs required more energy and she exerted more of her body to run.

Only when she was exhausted did she pause to start walking, her feet dragging across the concrete of the sidewalk. She stopped her aimless walking when a car slowly rolled its tires with her, slightly matching her speed.

Her eyes only glued to her shoes, and red ankles, did not see the car nor who was driving it.

"Go away." Thinking it was Mark she sped walk but did not get far as her feet was already cold and numb while her legs were now feeling wobbly.

The car honked continuously until Mia finally looked up. Though she had thought it was Mark, it had not been.

It had not been Mark. He had not followed her.

And that filled her with a misery knowing that it was completely over with him. The only thing in her head was that he had not followed her.

As the car continued to drag along side her, not leaving her by maintaining the same speed as her, Mia finally took the time to pay more attention to he car creeping by.

Her eyes found the car, but nothing was registering in her head. She did not know who it was. The car was much too fancy for Mark. Mark owned a modest car and liked his car to stay neutral in color, such as blue or gray.

The car next to her was red, a ruby red that sparkled even in the dim light of the nearly set sun. It was only when the car rolled its tinted windows did the girl realize who it was, but it was his voice that confirmed all because her eyes were to hazy for her to recognize the driver.

"Mia get in." The voice was cocky and demanding with authority laced into it. The deepness gave her a peace but it was not completely with ease.

It was a familiar voice, one that she did not want to hear. And though her mind told her feet to move, to run, to distance herself, Mia couldn't. The only thing that occurred was her silent tears and self-loathing. Soon, Mia forgot about her surroundings, the cold, the car, the driver, and even her numb and near-frozen fingers.

She was alone, again.

With a sigh, the driver unbuckled his seat belt after placing the car in parking, and went out into the chilly weather to grab her himself. Her distant eyes, and hot tears that fell her face as she sniffled her nose, made the driver want to punch the asshole for revenge. Mia was definitely making her work for him. He pushed her into the heated car once her coat was pulled off her cold body. He determined from the trembling that the coat was not doing anything for her. He placed the coat on the back seat and gave her his to cover her legs that were frozen from the chilly wind of early spring.

"Go away."

"Shush." His voice soft, and caring. It only reminded her of Mark, but Mark had been angry. That had been the last thing she saw. That thought filled her with dread because she didn't want to remember him like that.

She erupted in tears as she choked and rested her head on the window of the car, facing away from the male who drove her away somewhere.

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