I'm running.
Why am I running?
I'm in a forest. There are cuts at my feet and I'm in my sleep shirt.
My face is wet.
I'm crying
I didn't know I was crying. But I am. I have been.
"You lost?" I hear a voice and turn around. I see a guy in ragged clothing. I wipe my eyes and don't answer. He gets closer. "You're not a light soul, are you?" I try catching my breath and focus my eyes to get a look at his face. "Don't worry, neither am I."
"How did you...?"
"Know?" He finishes my question. "The cuts on your feet. A light souls healing ability prevents them from bleeding through tiny cuts like that." I look down at my feet and watch the red lines all over them. "You don't look like a dark soul. We don't normally get the privilege of wearing popular band shirts." He says.
"No one knows."
"That you're a dark soul? So what? You keep who you are a secret? Live a fake life?" I nod and he scoffs. "So what are you running from?"
"I don't know." I don't even know how I got here. I haven't had a sleep terror incident since middle school. "Everything." I say without thinking and that makes him smile.
"Follow me."
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RomanceLuca A light soul like most people. Prefers the pronouns he/him. He's kind, in a Prince Charming sort of way. Has lived with his mother his whole life, father died at a young age. Could do no wrong, at least in his mother's eyes. Straight A student...
