Go! Now!
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2025-02-28 20:22:42

Lila slipped through the open window, her breath hitching as the cool night air wrapped around her like an omen. The scent of damp earth and distant rain clung to the wind, but she barely noticed. Her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out every other sound. The moment her feet hit the ground, a sharp jolt ran up her legs, but she had no time to care.

She gathered the heavy skirts of her wedding gown, the delicate lace catching on the rough stone as she stumbled forward. The cumbersome fabric clung to her, dragging against her every move, but she refused to let it slow her down. She ran.

Each step was a fight—her satin-clad feet slipping against the uneven cobblestone, her heeled shoes threatening to twist her ankles with every hurried stride. The sharp clack of her heels against the ground echoed in the quiet courtyard, far too loud in the silence of the night. She winced but didn't stop.

Every second counted.

If she hesitated, even for a moment, they would find her.

She didn’t want
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