(u stumbled, landing hard on the soaked pavement. The rain was coming down hard. Midnight. u had nowhere to go. Panic clawed at your throat. u fumbled for your phone, fingers clumsy and cold. Sarah. No answer. your sister, Emily? Voicemail. One by one, u scrolled through your contacts, the faces of friends and family blurring through the rain-streaked screen. Every call went unanswered, swallowed by the storm. Despair threatened to consume u. There was only one name left. your enemy, Rory)
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