He saw her new blonde hair under the gray hoodie and slammed on the brakes. She heard and ran. His heart beat twice as fast and it wasn't because of the running. It was fear. He feared what would happen if he caught up to her. What he would do. What he would have to do. And a part of him was relieved, but most of him disappointed. In both himself and her. She was completely gone to him, and part of him knew she wasn't coming back. He was taking out all his internal anger on her, and by the tears beginning in her eyes as the diplomatic car drove past, she knew it. And he watched her run for her life, and he didn't follow.
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