The moonlight shines across my skin as I run, bushes and branches scraping my skin as I flee from my captors. A root hooks my foot from under me and I fall forward, landing on the ground panting. I lie there, wondering what I’m doing. I’ll be caught anyway, i think. Then as i close my eyes I hear the crinkle of the autumn leaves. Someone’s there.
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2MaskedInsanity
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29/09/2024
AnimaKay
29/09/2024