This whole thing is stupid. All of it. What had me and Faé done to deserve this torture? Nothing. We didn't do anything. Not me, and not Faé.
Faé.
I say his name so much, sometimes I wonder if it bothers him. I can't help it though; his name is so unique. Everything about him is just special. God, I miss the way his face would light up everytime he saw me. No other person has ever liked me the way he does.
I shake my head as I walk. None of this is fair. He fell down and they didn't even care. Now they're dragging him. Again. I saw what happened the first time. I'm hoping he's able to hold himself together until we get to the next room. It's hard to say when that'll be, though. We've been trudging through these dank tunnels for a solid amount of time now. I wish I didn't have the cloth over my eyes, even if it is pitch black everywhere around us.
We keep passing by rooms and stopping, then going again. I can sometimes hear the people inside. Sometimes it'll be angry yelling, other times it'll be heartbroken sobbing or deafening silence. I haven't been forced to stop for a while though. Faé’s uneven breathing has quieted behind me, though he's still being dragged along. He just has to make it a little further. I keep telling myself that.
Just a little further-
Only a little longer.
We'll make it back home,
I promise we will.
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Don't Go
RomanceThe rules are simple. A pair of people can only return to the normal world when one of them dies. It's an added bonus if they both die. But these two are so close to escaping alive, maybe they'll be the first pair to ignore the rule.
