Midnight Memories
  • Leituras 312
  • Votos 12
  • Capítulos 9
  • Tempo 1h 2m
  • Leituras 312
  • Votos 12
  • Capítulos 9
  • Tempo 1h 2m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jul 03, 2012
I ran as fast as she could down the street until she came up to an alley. Footsteps coming close behind me, though they were blocks away. I lost Lucas about a mile ago, fighting off Elliot, who was determined to catch up with me. I walked a few steps and stood up against a building so I could catch my breath, “I saw her go this way!” I heard a voice shout out. It sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite make it out. Another voice came from about a mile away, “ Melanie! Where are you?” I heard a familiar voice whisper. Lucas. He was close, “I’m in the alley.” I whispered. I took a few steps close to the dumpster, and crouched behind it, hoping Lucas didn’t have any company. Feeling a fast breeze on my back I turned around, standing over me, was Lucas, “Oh Lucas! You’re alive!” I jumped up and hugged Lucas with all my strength. Lucas stood still, not moving, “What’s wrong?” I asked and slowly let go of Lucas, “I’m sorry Melanie…” Lucas said in one breath. I took a step back, and slowly looked behind Lucas. Tears built up in my eyes, “Harry?”
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