HUNDRED AND FOUR

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR

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“You should get dressed.” I tell her as I get up from the bed and begin to search for my clothes which are strewn across the floor.

I can see the fear in her eyes as she clutches tightly onto the sheets and speaks,

“No, please, you can’t go. This will be suicide.”

Looking at her as I grab my shoes from the corner of the room and begin to put it on

“I do not think we have a choice anymore, you heard what they said.”

“There’s always a choice,” she says, getting up and rushing to kneel right in front of me as I put on my shoes. “We can run, go anywhere else but here, that’s a choice.”

Her eyes tell me that she means everything that she says as they reflect the deep pain and worry which she feels right now.

“Are you willing to elope with me?” I ask,

“Yes.” She says without hesitation, cupping my face in her hands. “I will go with you wherever and we will be able to get away from them.”

For the first time in a long time I understand what this feeling is no