Hostage

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Hostage:

It was a life or death situation, literally.

Held at gun point.

Not knowing if I would make it through to see another day.

But while I was curled up into a ball in the corner of the room in absolute fear, I met someone.

His voice was calming and if I wasn't so focused on the fact that any moment could be my last, I would have been gawking at his defined biceps, the way his chestnut hair created the perfect contrast with his stunning green eyes, pretty much him in his entirety.

Amongst the chaos I managed to catch his name in a husky whisper, Harry.

And we?

We are now hostages.

Trapped in this game called survival.

I knew once Harry spoke there was something special about him. For the first time that day, I had hope again.

What exactly did he tell me?

"Never stop fighting."

And I wouldn't because for once in my life it wasn't just about me anymore.

I was fighting for us.

Survival.