Plan

"Anything?" He'd said then. The sharp memory was embedded so deep in her brain. The smell of his cologne, the feel of summer rain and the heat of his touch. But staring into his eyes now, there was no warmth, no want or need inside them. If there was even an ounce of anything remotely close, that was all gone now.

"You've been running your whole life. Tell me," he breathed, bringing his hand to her cheek, "what are you scared of?"

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