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Seeing Blindly: Burning Flame

| chapter 30 |

(a/n: i haven't updated in forever omg i am so sorry)

When morning arrived, Liam told me that we had to keep walking, but he wouldn't answer any of my questions. I started believing that he had no idea what to do, or had a clue what he was going to do anyway.

The fact that he remembered nothing of Ruby before got me thinking. How does he not remember her at all, but has a memory of us that never really even happened? How does that work exactly?

Through the trees standing so tall, I heard a rustle through the sunlit air. Liam remained calm... in fact, I realized it was annoyance than fear. The only weapon I have is the fire I possess in my hands. A small spark flickered from my fingertips to protect myself.

Liam laughed.

"What's so funny?" I had asked.

Through laughter he replies, "You're not going to need that, it's just the group."

"The group? Wha- what is this a prank?" I grew frustrated.

The rustling continued and it got closer, and then a small group of kids. I knew them all... except two. Before they saw me, I hid behind Liam. The past has a way of sneaking up on you, and then I remember Clancy.

It's morning now... he'll realize I'm gone and kill everyone who so much as breathes to find me. But I have freedom... for the first time in 6 years.

"Liam Stewart, where did you - what the hell were you -" One of the kids ask, and I realize I don't recognize the voice. Must be one of the new kids.

"Yeah Liam, you can't just walk away like that!" I hear another, and I know the owner of the voice. He's alive? Chubs?

I step away from Liam to face everyone. In my view, there's Chubs and two other kids whom I don't know. Chubs face is a mixture of emotions, but happiness remains. "Oh my God! Amara?!"

I couldn't hold in the chuckle caught in my voice. "Chubs!" I rush over to him and hug him tightly.

"You're alive! But -"

"Long story, bud." Is my response.

Even though I ran away from the life I once had, and for a moment it was good, I want to keep it to myself. Only I want the memories - the special ones - for myself. And truth be told it is just a long story.