𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice low and edged with suspicion. I gathered what little courage I had left and gulped the lump in my throat. "I-I got lost," I stammered, trying to sound calm, though my voice still wavered and betrayed me. He scrutinized me. "Lost? In a place like this?" he questioned. I could hear the disbelief in his tone. 𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 She thought she was running from her life. She didn't know she was running straight into his. 𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 "Where do you go when you're running from yourself?"