AyrePOV
It took everything I had inside myself to not look back. It was even harder to force myself to keep going. To not fly back to him and fling myself into Ratchet's arms. If only that were realistic. If only it were that simple. If only that wasn't the last thing on the planet I would do.
At least he doesn't have wings. He can't chase me. He can't run fast enough to call me back. He couldn't call me back if niether of us had wings, because he crossed the line. How couldhe have the gall to accuse his possible girlfriend of, like, three days I left everyone I cared about back in that house. I left everyone I wanted to shove into a brick wall back at that house. I left, in that house, everyone I had every known. Here I am flying like a jet, left to wonder if it's all over. Or if it ever even began. What's worse? I don't think I'm going back this time.
Ratchetpov
"She just flew off!" I exclaimed for the 5th time. Most of the jaws in the room dropped.
"Why?" Fang shouted, seemingly shocked.
"It doesn't matter," I muttered "She'll be back. She always comes back."
I didn't sound confident, I wasn't confident. Hope; that's all I've got.
It's short, just like me!
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