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It was just another life. I was sure it was not my first. My parents had left a large enough trust fund to my name that I could travel where I pleased but I had never wished to leave the home I had grown up in. I never imagined they would find me. The moment I caught a hint they were on my trail, I didn't think twice; I fled my home of nineteen years, set fire to the only place I had ever called home. My parents had warned me this day would come; they had told me find their sanctuary when they were younger. I was a coward not to listen. Playing with fire gave you a certain ability others would kill for, all literal meaning intended. Running from a certain fate; maybe the only thing I’d done right was break into apartment 110 that night; the unfamiliar eyes staring back at me freezing my place in time. It was going to be a long night.
Taking a Message
