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Jules
I stare out the window of the bus. The fields are giving way to the fringes of a city. Large buildings, all dark at this time of the night, streets with only a few lights, and nobody walking around. It’s strange and a little creepy.
This is the last night bus in this direction. I was lucky to even make it.
The previous bus was running late, or I would have had to wait five hours until the next bus. I hadn’t been looking forward to spending the night at a bus station in the middle of nowhere.
But I made it and now I’m nearly at my destination.
It feels a little too familiar.
Travelling in the middle of the night, hiding on busses with just a bag and not much else.
Running away, again, from a hunter, again, trying to keep myself and others safe, again.
I’d hoped to get away
