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One of his men without hesitation after entering the room. The softness vanished from Viktor’s face like it had never existed as he kept on glancing at the screen, with a dangerous expression flashing across his face. When he turned the tablet toward me, the photos were blurry because of the rain and chaos, but they were clear enough to show Viktor dragging me behind him while gunfire was erupting nearby with blood stains on his shirt. Another picture showed blood on his shirt. And the last one showed Viktor aiming a gun but the healine made my breath to stop. I read;

I stopped, hesitantly and turned to look at him. "Miller," I mumbled, my eyes narrowing slightly. "What can I possibly do to assist you?" He looked at me for a moment, a grin etching its way onto his face. He was amused by the frustration he could see hiding behind my eyes. "Well, that's just it—you're my new tutor, Bloom." Oh, hell.

I can't blame any of them. The accident was your fault, JC. The little voice pestered him continuously, turning his thoughts into turmoil. He wrestled it out from his mind. In hopes of muting the voice, the scenes outside the window down a hundred miles below was the answer, so he peered out. A little distraction from reality was what he needed. He focused on the thousands of pale lights twinkling like fireflies in the dark. This unique scene in the middle of darkness at once released his mind from the pestering of the voice. Like watching something on TV, he would flip it to another channel or leave it where it was, for he had the liberty to choose. He had different choices to take, and he

It was blurry because of the tears in my eyes but I squeezed my eyes dry and looked clearly. . . . .......

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"But Yan—when you find her, don't try to save her. Don't try to understand her. Just... witness her. That's all any of us need. To be seen, one last time, as we really are." She turned. Tapped her way to the door. Stopped. "And check your eyes again tomorrow. Not because they’ll be gray. Because they’ll be brown. Because you need to remember that brown is yours." She left. I stood in the restroom. Alone. The broken mirror showed me three reflections, fractured, mismatched. All brown. All me. For now. I opened my notebook. Wrote: *Margaret. Y-0. The first. The blind see more.*

My throat ran dry as I looked at him in disbelief. Liam and Jack grabbed onto my arms dragging me back towards the door. "DAD! PLEASE NO!" I screamed as tears ran down my cheeks blurring my vision. Jack wrapped his hand around my mouth muffling my call out to my dad. It was like everything was happening in slow motion. The tears running down my face staining my cheeks, and blurring my vision. Being dragged out the room, the image of my dad fading away. It was all happening so slow, but the fear and anxiety piling on top of my chest was occurring at a rapid pace, making it harder, and harder to breathe.

Clang! The railing shook violently. It was bending and on the verge of breaking. Just as disaster loomed, my engine finally roared to life. I slammed the gas pedal, and the car dashed forward, breaking free from the crushing pressure. Upon seeing this, Gabriel’s face twisted with panic. He stomped the brake repeatedly before finally managing to stop his car. However, as his wheels screeched to a halt, he ran over a shard of broken glass that flew up and embedded itself deep in my thigh. I gritted my teeth as pain shot through me.

But his frame was blurry. Then, it was a blackout.