Escape - Book One
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  • Reads 2,665
  • Votes 171
  • Parts 26
  • Time 1h 44m
Ongoing, First published Aug 31, 2014
I wake up in a place. With no memories. No familiarity. Nothing, Only, to be trained to become ruthless warriors. But for what cost? And why? They don't tell us.
My only solution is to escape.
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“Tomorrow will be better.” He whispers.

“But what if it’s not?” I ask, and hold tightly onto his hand.

“Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.”
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“When I first saw you it was like seeing colors after a lifetime of blindness. You taught me how to breathe without thinking about it, how to smile without forcing it. You made me remember how it felt to be a person again not just blood and bones. How could I not love you?”
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