ELIAS’ POINT OF VIEW. Dinner had barely finished when I chased after Bianca. Her red hair bounced as she catwalked to her car with a jolly swing, as if she had not just lit the match to a certain flame that would run us all. I ran, my heart pounding from utter terror as my feet pushed me until finally, I went past the long cobblestone-lined path and stopped in front of her. She stopped, her bright red hair glowing in the moonlight, as were her red painted lips. Her eyebrows shot up with surprise, her eyes slightly wider as she gasped. “Elias, what’s going on? Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Her innocent smile remained on her face; it could fool anyone, but that look in her eyes, that heavy, deep-seated anger that I clearly saw in the way her eyes glinted, struck me straight in the heart. “What the hell was that back there, Bianca?” I hissed, my chest rising and falling fast as I tried to regain my steady breaths. The lens of my glasses looked foggy, both from my br
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