Love.

She ran from it.

The thing. The growling, snarling beast that chased her, hungry for her heart. She remembered what it had been like in the beginning, when it first lured her in; beautiful, gentle, kind.

Manipulative. Deceitful.

And now she ran from it.

It hunted her, screamed her name through the darkness, and sometimes, she slowed down to listen. Sometimes, it sounded like the thing it had been before it showed her its true self. The warm, soft thing that had fooled her.

But now she knew the truth. She saw the beast for what it really was. And she ran from it.

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