Attempt, Again
The sound was becoming louder. He couldn’t understand, why would people with guns be here, at this dawn? But there wasn’t much time for thinking, for understanding. He quickly grabbed his overcoat. He looked at Betty. She was sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t, couldn’t ever wake her up, he could do one thing though. He could just stare at her, her sleepy face. But it wasn’t the time. He had to leave. Maybe they were here for him. He couldn’t say. He had to run. He decided to leave her behind. He couldn’t involve somebody anymore. He tried to do that once, and the outcome was quite a havoc. He slowly walked to the back door. Basically it was a way to the backyard. It was the only way possible to go out alive. He grabbed the back door knob. Maybe it was the last goodbye. He looked
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