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It's in this moment I realize that I'm staring at someone important. Someone not as crazy as I thought. And though his hair is caked in dirt, I feel something pulling me closer to him. It's heavy but so natural.
My God...
Is this fate?
Could he be the man of my dreams?
Someone honking snaps me out of the illusion.
A car pulls up. It's a dirty and dented Honda Civic. The window rolls down, and a cloud of smoke comes billowing out. When the smoke dissipates, a muscular man with a scar across his face gives us the head nod.
"Raven? Ash?" he asks.
I'm too choked up to respond. This is all too unreal, yet it's happening.
"That's us," Ash says.
"What is going on?" I finally ask.
The sounds of sirens ring out, and a group of men wearing heavy body armor barrel around the corner of the building. These people are not just security. They look like Army personnel.
"There they are! Freeze!"
The driver reaches back and opens the passenger door. "Get in."
In two seconds, my life has changed forever.
I'm a fugitive, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Ash
Picture this: three unknowns barreling down the highway with everything to lose and nothing to gain. Silence fills the smoggy air, but for once, my mind isn't racing.
I am at peace. For now, at least. How long my momentary sanity will last is debatable, but I'm smiling as if everything has gone so perfectly right.
She's smiling too. A true beauty, but I don't hint at my total attraction.
I could stare at her all day, but the driver gets my attention. "Who are you?" I ask.
The driver smirks. "I've been looking all over for you."
Raven is staring out the window, sucking in big gulps of air. A smile is fixed on her face. The man clearly does not faze her at all, and I guess I'm not either. He's tall, buff and decently handsome in a rough way. If I was to guess, I'd say he's Nordic. Lucky for me, she doesn't seem all that attracted to the man's guns.
"Looking for me? Why?" I ask.
"You tell me. Weird people been asking about you," the driver says. "Thought you might be a demon or something."
Raven turns her head. Her thick, wavy black hair brushes against her coffee-stained suit. When she laughs, her nose scrunches up in the cutest way.
"He's not a demon," she says.
"And you know that how?" he asks.
"Good question," she says.
She turns against the front seat and eyes me up and down. I immediately feel embarrassed. "Ash, are you a demon?" she asks.
I feel my face turn hot. "A demon? Not that I'm aware of," I say.
