Ellen
A month later
The bright lights of Las Jegash reflect off our window, casting a rainbow of colors onto the floor. I sit on the edge of the bed, running my fingers through the soft fabric of one of Christian’s oversized t-shirts. It’s been a few weeks since we ran away from the pack and started this new life together. It feels like both a lifetime ago and just yesterday. The weight of the decision still presses down on me like a heavy blanket.
Christian strides across the room towards me, his lean body glistening with sweat in the dim light. He plays for The Golden Ravens now, and he is honestly their star player. He makes good money – more than enough to support us both. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling left out, adrift in this strange city without purpose or direction.
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