CHAPTER TWO

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CHAPTER TWO└─── °∘❉∘° ───┘

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CHAPTER TWO
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┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐CENTURIES OF LOVE

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CENTURIES OF LOVE

╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ NIGHT FELL OVER THE VILLAGE and Audrey took a deep breath before stepping out into the darkness, closing the back door gently behind her

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╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ NIGHT FELL OVER THE VILLAGE and Audrey took a deep breath before stepping out into the darkness, closing the back door gently behind her. She had been glad when Elijah got drunk that evening, at any other point, she would not have enjoyed such a thing, but it meant that he was now passed out, and would be until sunrise. She took small steps at first, almost like one wrong move would gain someone’s attention, but after there was no call for her name, no banging open of a house door, she started to run. She ran free as if she were actually free.

The air hit her face like a whip, but she only laughed as she emerged into the back fields to the woods, the grass tickling at her legs. Daisies sprang up from the ground, their white and yellow shape so defined in the shadows, making the girl only stop to pluck one and stick it behind her ear, brushing her hair back slightly. She could hear the cheers and twinkles of musical instruments from inside the woods, just hiding behind the trees and bushes, the lanterns shining from deeper within.

The celebration was in full swing and Audrey smiled to herself. She had one night left of freedom and this was where it began. Getting quite drunk in a forest, surrounded by others who were quite as drunk as her, dancing and living life as she believed it should be lived. And so, she stepped forward once more, only to be stopped by a familiar, cocky voice.

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