“Are you kidding me?!”
“Lucy…”
“Are you kidding
me?!”
“I want to explain…”
“No,” she said, stumbling backwards, nearly tripping over the
small throw rug by the front door. “No, you don’t get to talk. You don’t get to
try and explain. You don’t…”
Her eyes welled with tears as she wrenched open the front door
and ran – actually ran – down the steps and into the woods, shoving limbs and
leaves aside in her haste to be alone.
Away from the man calling her name in the distance, away from
the man she thought she knew.
Because that wasn’t him.
At all.
Choking back a sob, Lucy accelerated, her footfalls absorbed
by the dense forest surrounding her.
Run, she thought angrily, the tears forgotten and replaced
with fury.
Just run.
130/50000
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