S e l e n e
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I fled.
I didn’t go up the stairs. I headed straight for the garden. In the room, Nicolas could corner me and no one would know. When I dashed down the hallways, nearly dripping on my bare feet, I could feel his eyes haunting me.
What did he know? How did he know? I was aghast at the thought, pausing at the archway leading to the gardens.
The moon was hidden tonight. A lone cloud rolled over the light, surrounding me in darkness. Crickets chirped, the breeze strong, sending me to my knees. I heaved.
I didn’t want to think about it.
I didn’t want to hear the sound of a flat line. I choked out, clawing at my throat, wishing I could do something. If only I could force the voice out of me.
I didn’t do it.
I swear I didn’t.
I really didn’t.
That's what I said. I’d lay m
