LEILA
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I looked out the window of the car while the blur of the passing city felt so unreal and in a more hopeful way.
The streetlights, the buildings, the occasional late-night traffic it all seemed part of a different world, one we had just clawed our way back into.
The compound, that terrifying fortress, was receding behind us, becoming just another dark mass against the pre-dawn sky. The feeling of movement, of actual forward motion away from that place, was intoxicating, a heady mix of freedom and sheer, adrenaline-fueled terror.
Misa sat beside me, quiet now, her gaze also fixed on the passing landscape, her hand still resting lightly on my arm.
We drove for what felt like a long time, putting miles between us and the compound, between us and Damien’s inevitable disc
