"Girls cry in front of only those who are special to them." --- Duggu Shubham
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I can't stop the tears.
I want to.
I really really really want to.
The tears are hot and I don't turn to look at Jayden. I don't wan't him to know. I don't want him to see my pain. My tears.
The drive is smooth and quiet. But inside me it's a different story. My heart is stuck in my throat like it's trying to jump out and it hurts it hurts it hurts. I try to swallow, but I can't. My deep breaths are shaking, and it physically hurts to breathe.
Hurts to know. To think.
What if my parent's abandoned me?
What if they ran away?
I try to push the thoughts out of my mind. I try and I try and I try.
Think about something else, I tell myself.
Think happy thoughts, I tell myself.
Do I even have happy thoughts?
I think back to the feeling I had when I finally escaped the compounds. The rush of ecstasy as the helicopters flew by without seeing me. The feeling accomplishment. The feeling of freedom as the figurative cuffs on my wrists turned to ash.
And I ponder and rethink that thought over and over and over again till my tears have dried up on my skin. If I reach to wipe them then Jayden will know I've been crying. So I leave them there. Hopefully in the dark of night, he won't see them.
And they'll disappear on their own.
♣♣♣♣♣ 10 minutes later ♣♣♣♣♣
I feel ecstatic.
Delirious.
Amazed.
There are houses all around me. I can see them from the bright glow of the streetlamps.
Actual houses.
Actual houses with actual people and actual families. Each house with a story of it's own. Each person with a personal history.
But the largest, most grand house on the street is Jayden's. Not a house really. A regal mansion.
Fit for a king.
As Jayden and I walk to the door, he holds my hand. It feels warm and rough but he holds it carefully. Like he's afraid I'll pull away. I look at him to see him smiling back at me and I can't help the blush that creeps onto my face.
Holding his hand feels so good.
Like someone in this world cares about me.
Dominic Archer held your hand first, I think.
But I push that thought away. I'm here with Jayden right now. No Dominic Archer.
The driveway is a nice peach colour and the mansion is a sophisticated white. It's two floors high but the walls are so long that it seems like it's four floors.
The grass is dark green and freshly mowed. There are long pillars that add to the appearance. The trees are sculpted into majestic lions and there's a glorious water fountain with gushing water right at the front of the mansion.
Jayden presses a button next to the mahogany double-doors and I hear the faint sound of a bell chirping from inside.
The door instantly opens and I'm greeted by an immense amount of bright yellow light.
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RomanceTRUE LOVE is when you fall for the soul before you touch the skin. ~ Dominic Archer had always been in love with her. But she didn't know. Thinking he's a heartless murderer, she escapes the social experiment she was a part of in the army base, in t...
