Subterranean | H.S.

subterranean; /ˌsʌbtəˈreɪnɪən/; adjective; existing, occurring, or done under the earth's surface; secret; concealed.

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Half of them are staring at me right now, observing my look, my body. I feel like I'm an animal in the circus that everyone came to see, I'm in a cage and I feel my throat tightening. I want to disappear from here. The other half is chatting loudly, but I still don't know what's the topic, I don't want to know. One of them sits with his back to me, completely ignoring me. That's the best that he could have done for me tonight. Thank good God.

I'm starting to feel relief, taking a step back, when one of them speaks to me.

''Is your name really Persephone?''

''Ye-''

I stop in mid-answer.

A weird feeling spreads across my shoulders as the realization hits me. It's coming down to my stomach and then to my legs. I just got goosebumps from head to toes. I feel more unsafe than ever before. The heat comes from deep inside my body and I feel the blood being pumped into my head. My face's burning. My hands start to shake.

This voice.

I've heard it before.

I slowly move my eyes to the right, where the man sits. At the same time, he moves his head to the left. I can clearly see his side profile and I feel like I'm about to pass out.

This can't be happening.

This isn't true, it's just my imagination playing another trick on me.

The notebook slips from my hands and lands on the dark, dirty club floor.

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Harry and Persephone met by accident. An accident they both wish to forget, but little do they know, it's only going to bring them more problems. The events will force them to make decisions that are only going to bring them closer to each other.

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Started: 9th August 2022