Tip-tap. Tip-tap. Tip-tap.
He's here. And there's nothing I can do. All I've ever lived for has been shattered to little sharp pieces, which I can't seem to find where they fit anymore. His face reflecting on the glass window beside me. With that, I could see him without him seeing me. He can't see me. He can't see me. That's all I repeat in the tangled thoughts I have.
Tip-tap. Tip-tap. Tip-tap.
'Run', I tell myself. 'Run as fast as you can til you can't anymore.' But will that really work? Will it set me wings free? Will it unbreak the broken the pieces?
It's better than this that's for sure. But I don't have the courage. I just want to curl up into a ball and cry my eyes out. But I know that will make me weak. Princesses don't cry. My mother always told me that I was a princess.
I glanced back over to glass windo beside me to check if he was still there looking back and forth. He. Is. Gone. Is it safe to go now? Maybe I should wait a few minutes.
Those few minutes were the longest minutes I had. I just counted to 60 in my head and started to get up but something caught me eye. It was blurry at the corner of my eye, however, it sent chills down my spine. The thought of just another minute in the future scared me.
He found me
