Stay Away
“Dastan!” I called down the hall, hoping that wherever he was, he could hear me. I ran with the counselor’s pass in my hand, but I couldn’t catch up to him. By the time I made it to the office, he was sitting in a seat outside of the registry office while using his phone. As I tried to slow my breath around the corner where I spied on him, he held the phone up to his ear. “Today’s the day to do something, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m done with this place and so are you,” he hissed through the phone and then placed the phone in his lap. Why was I doing this? Why was I approaching him all scared-like after I had finally driven my enemy away? Why was there this constant pull towards him? I could swear that I hated him with a burning passion, but it was times like now when something made me
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