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I wonder if they'll find us?

The question flings through my mind, and although I already know the answer, I refuse to admit it, as my fear would just go into overdrive, which I cannot handle, not now.

I'm standing close to her. Not just close, but close enough I can feel her body pressed against mine, close enough that I can feel her hot, ragged breath against my neck, sending goosebumps down my skin.

"Are they gone?" I ask in a hushed whisper, scared the slightest noise will lead us to our death.

She remains silent, my question hanging in the air, unanswered, while her eyes are wide and alert, as she listens for any signs of him, the man who may just end my life, and hers.

"I'm not sure, I can't tell." she replies, her voice so quiet I can barely hear her, but in the tense atmosphere and the eerily quiet space, it sounds almost too loud as it slices through the silence.

I open my mouth to speak again but she quickly puts her finger against her lips, indicating I should be quiet, her eyes displaying so many emotions that it would be impossible to decode just one from them. I hear heavy footsteps on the other side of the door, obviously purposely loud enough so we will hear them echo around the walls. At that moment, my heart seems to slow down, and my breathing seems to sound ten times louder than it usually would, as panic rises within me.

So I hold my breath, and all I can feel is the beads of sweat rolling slowly down my forehead, the feeling uncomfortable, and my heart thumping in my chest. Panic is wrapping itself around me, and I won't be able to go much longer without knowing what is going on outside the door.

So I look at the girl opposite me instead.

Even in the darkness, and in total black and white, she still manages looks beautiful, dark and mysterious. She promised to show me how to live, and that she did, but I guess she also showed me the darker side of life, the one many fear and few survive.

The life of the brave, relentless souls, hidden in the shadows, run by power, fear, crime and pure adrenaline. The life too many of us pretend to be oblivious to, as we do not understand the minds of those trapped in this world.

But nevertheless, I still care for her, a lot. And perhaps, I'd even stretch it out to say that maybe, just maybe, I've come to love her, every inch of her, her sweet side and her dangerous side, which she obtained from from living on the darker side of life too long.

It's when her eyes gloss over, filling with tears and fear, that I realise, the footsteps have stopped, which can only mean one thing: he's found us.

Her wide eyes meet mine one last time, and my breath hitches in my throat. She pulls me closer, so her arms are around me, and I'm swallowed in her embrace, my arms wrapping around her too, and now I can smell the sweet scent of her rose scented perfume.

"I'm sorry." she whispers softly in my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine, and I feel a single tear drop onto my right shoulder.

I go to respond but am interrupted by a sudden bang, which makes us jump and my heart stop in fear, as I know only one thing capable of that sound.

"I've got a gun." a rough voice outside says harshly, and I hear the click of metal as he reloads the gun, "come out now, or I'll use it."

My heart is wrenching in fear, she's been in these situations before, I know she has, but will that be enough to get us out of here? I don't know, I can only pray. I reach for the doorknob, my finger going to the lock, and I make eye contact with her. She slowly nods. As I turn the handle, the lock clicks open and I slowly inch the door forward.

My hand finds hers in the darkness, our fingers laced together. I hesitantly push the door door open, the hinges squeaking dramatically, before the light of the outside hits my face.

And in that moment, nothing exists except for me, her and the man outside, with a grudge and a gun.

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So that was the (very) short preface.

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