⠀who’s the real you .ᐣ the person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did .ᐣ is one part of you allowed to forgive the other .ᐣ
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⠀⠀⠀ the bite of the restraints had long since grown familiar, a welce reprieve to the tedium of the otherwise endless, senseless time. this certainly wasn't the first time the page had been held captive, nor would it likely be the last, as much as she wished she had a ——
rescued. she wasn't even sure if anyone knew she'd gone missing. though, where hope failed, faith kept the course. there were people out there that would notice, that would care. and she was more that capable of getting back to them in one piece.
sounds outside of the nearly ——
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⠀⠀⠀ sounds of discontent reverberated from the lower levels as karen stealthily creapt towards the service stairs— the very same way she'd gotten into the building slinking through the open door when someone snuck out for a smoke break. she had managed to find what she ——
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luke had learnt to be s͟u͟s͟p͟i͟c͟i͟ous of any place that advertised compassion in six——foot lettering .
the lobby had been arranged to soothe : polished glass , pale walls , a coffee machine humming beneath framed promises of ; COMMUNITY RELIEF , SMALL BUSINESS AID , ⤸
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feigning unconsciousness for a precious moment before rearing her head backwards with as much force as her detained body could muster.
the back of her skull connected with her attacker, a grunt and startle giving her ample opportunity to kick out of their grasp. ignoring the ——
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⠀⠀⠀ the ticking of the clock on the nearest wall was far too similar to the count down of a ticking time bomb— and maybe that's exactly what it was. a time bomb set into motion, destined to implode. she was certainly so stranger to those. even now, in the dead of night ——
beeline for the door.
she pulled up short as a figured moved in the hall, the large shadow casting darkness under the door jam.
𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 . . .
checking to ensure her gun was loaded and the safety was off, she took a steadying breath before carefully peeking through the ——
⠀who’s the real you .ᐣ the person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did .ᐣ is one part of you allowed to forgive the other .ᐣ