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𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗.

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𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕫𝕚𝕖'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍

"hey!" a voice comes behind me and i turn to see johnny jogging up to me. 

"hey," i say more quietly. 

there is an awkward, pregnant pause between us as i build up the courage to speak. 

i sigh. inhale. exhale. just do it, kenzie. 

"thanks for coming." 

johnny's face lights up with a grin, "yeah, it's nothing..." 

more silence. 

"so where do you want to go?" johnny asks. 

"umm..you see when i texted you i didn't really having anything in mind.." 

"i can think of a place," he says. 

"what pla-" 

"do you trust me?" he asks taking several step forward. 

do i trust him? i have every reason not to trust him. 

"yes...i trust you." 

"good. then come with me." 

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"where are we?" i ask upon our arrival. 

we had taken the taxi to a musty smelling alleyway. johnny ignores me, continuing to walk. at the end of the alleyway sat a ladder which he began to climb. 

"john, what are you doing?"

it is so dark i can barley make out his face as he swings around to speak to me. "just trust me." 

"i'm scared of ladders, you know?" i say as i grip tightly onto the ladder. 

"you'll live," he says, but not in a reassuring way. it was sarcastic. 

"seriously, how high up is this ladder?" 

"we are almost there.." 

i sigh, wishing to hug my coat tighter, but due to my circimstances of being forty-five feet in the air, i could not without falling a greatly death.