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2024-12-09 13:21:28Leigh’s POV
The train shook as it moved fast, and I sat by the window, holding my bag close. Outside, trees and houses flew past so quickly, like they were running away. I wished I could run away that fast too. The glass window was cold, and I leaned my head on it, hoping it would calm my heart.
I couldn’t stay in that city anymore. It was too much. Mo shouting at Logan, Logan trying to talk to me, the looks people gave me because of that stupid photo. I hated it all.
My phone beeped. I looked at the screen. It was Mo.
Mo: “Leigh, pls don’t do this. Don’t run away like this.”
I sighed and turned the screen off. What did she know? Mo always thought she was right, but she didn’t understand. She didn’t feel the pain I was feeling.
It wasn’t just about her. It wasn’t just abou
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