I'm worried. I don't know what the night will bring but if you will continue brushing off my concenrns then what choice do I have? I lean against the door to your room listening. Was that a rustling? A movement? I dart to my feet as I hear a muffled scream. What is going on? I burst the door open just to spot you just climbing out of the window. Hey? My voice is soft as I step closer. What are you running away from?
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