She could not believe she was walking away from her only chance at love. And yet, she knew if she did not, something bad was going to happen. She watched Bastian close as he slipped his hands into his jeans and asked her what was wrong.
"Everything, bastian. Everything is wrong," she whispered.
All around her the night was silent, and the darkness felt like it was closing in on her. Nyah felt suffocated, and soon her breathing became hard and laborious. Bastian pushed forwards but she stood frozen, afraid of him. Afraid of that shine in his eye. She wanted to run, oh, how she wated to run. But somehow, her feet stood rooted where she was. Maybe it was because she wanted him to love her. Maybe it was because she could not admit that something about him was off.
Or maybe, she was just plain terrified.
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