We ran so far so fast. I could hear them behind us, following us. I had said it. I had told him I loved him. How weird it had been to hear those words. And to come out of my mouth.

“There. James, look.” I pointed in the distance. it was the house. The one we had run away from. The one we knew we had to go back to, to end all this.

“Anna. Wait.” He stopped. Why did he stop? We were almost there.

“James, come on. We’re almost there. Run.” Before I could take off again he took my hand. He looked me in the eyes.

“Anna- “

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