Tag you're it. || h.s
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"Elena..." he cooed, his voice echoing across the desolate forest. I could just picture his twisted face as he awaited to catch me. I promised myself this wouldn't happen again, my whole body trembling as I heard the cruncing of leaves nearing towards me.
I screamed as I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder and I span around to see that familiar smirk and those deep emerald green eyes.
I began to ran but of course a large arm wrapped tightly around my waist, knocking the breath out of me as he yanked me back. I felt him chuckle in my ear as he whispered "Tag you're it..."
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