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The Game of Hide and Seek

Author: Jojo
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-01 14:49:15

Louis' POV

Please come quickly. Please... please come quickly...

The words stuttered out of my mouth, barely audible, like a dying engine trying to run on empty. My chest… it was caving in. Each breath was a fight, each step down the stairs like a punishment. My knees shook under me, legs stiff and numb, and the air, it felt like poison. My heart wasn't just aching; it was rebelling. Pounding. Breaking.

I kept walking. Downward. Just walking. My mind blank, my soul fraying at the edges.

I don’t remember missing a step, but suddenly I was falling. My body gave out before my voice could even scream. Just as the ground was about to crush me, arms grabbed me. I didn’t even lift my head to see who it was. Cause I already knew who it was. Dave ofcource.

"How... how did you find me?" I gasped, my voice hoarse, fading. "How?"

"I have your location."

I barely nodded. Of course. Why did I even ask?

"What happened? Did you see her?"

Too many questions. Too many words. My heart was unraveling, an
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