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Mae isn't a stranger to being left in the dark. It's how she lives, day and night, waiting for her parents to come home only to know nothing about what happened during their day. It's how she survived. Being left in the dark, she was slowly nourished in there too, taught to stay hidden where she is safe from the world. From the universe that is against her. It's just what she gets for being in this family that is united yet divided by their own secrets. Secrets that her sister gets to keep when Mae can't simply because she will never become what Sarah will. Sarah will become her mother-- strong, brave and independent. And Mae doesn't even know if she will ever become anything. Her only hope is to become someone even almost as good as her father.
Don't go to the bridge, it was the last thing Sarah told her before she cut the call, leaving an ominous feeling in Mae's heavy chest. Something is terribly wrong.
Something is terribly wrong, if only Mae can pinpoint to what it is.
Mae turns around instantly, running towards Gwen and Peter. Her heart feels so heavy, she thinks she will just drop on the floor without being able to carry her own body. With the weight lingering, she reaches them only to find Gwen standing alone, her silver blonde hair flying with the wind.
"Where's Peter?" She asks, her voice unexpectedly hoarse. Gwen whirls to meet her friend, her cerulean eyes wide. "Uh," She starts, leaning to look down at New York from the terrace. "He's. . . gone."
Mae furrows her eyebrows, "Gone? Gone where?"
Gwen bites her lips and Mae can distinctly see how the girl in front of her is trying to contemplate of an answer. This makes her feel even worse: more secrets?
"He just, uh," Gwen pointed down to the street. Mae confusedly follows her index, "He just slid down. Said he needed to leave urgently."
Mae heaves, leaning down to watch the busy street. "What do you mean he slid down?" She cries, "It's twenty-five stories up."
