First Person P.O.V.
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Flashback
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I watch another boy about the age of eight with brown-like hair and light eyes that could capture the light that would sweep through the room in daylight.
We were currently sitting in a dark tunnel as his small body presses against mine. We peer out through the hallway making sure that no one could see what we were doing. The flashlight was the only thing to illuminate our way.
The boy and I watch as a few men in black guard outfits strut around through the halls, basically looking for kids to find and put back to bed. If we're found the boy and I would be in very serious trouble.
"What do we do?" I ask. "I think we should go back." He nods and grabs my wrist; he motions for me to go back out the way we came in through the tunnel.
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Quiet Ones//Aris Jones X Fem!Reader//
Fanfiction·Quiet ·qui·et ·ˈkwīət/ noun 1. absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm. "the ringing of the telephone shattered the early morning quiet." --- "What could you possibly know about love? The only person you've kissed is Thomas." "I know that you li...
