Joan’s POVThe night was excruciatingly long. At first, I thought I could sleep through the voices that haunted me, but I couldn't, and it became worse when Isaac slept. The silence was loud, and it bugged my mind so much that I stayed up all night, just thinking of where I might have gone wrong, why I ran away so early, mom would be so worried, what if he hurt her, what if she died, I wouldn’t have anywhere to go.And why am I here? , I became so close to him that it irked my thoughts, but then he was nothing but pure kindness, and I should have liked it, but I didn’t.The morning time came too early, and soon Isaac was up and staring at me while I pretended to sleep. He went out, then came back again. “I know you are not sleeping; you don’t have to pretend,” he said. My eyes shot open as I curiously watched his unfazed expression.“How did you know?” I asked in hopes of his reply being something utterly cliche, but it wasn't; instead, he said. "I was watching the cameras earlier and
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