The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 19. Pristine
Main Character: Paul Lahote
Rating: M
Word Count: 100
"You aren't really going to marry the popsicle, right?"
Her breath hitched. "I don't think I have any choice."
"Look at me, Swan." He tipped her chin up. "As long as I live, you will always have a choice. What do you want?"
"I want to live," she whispered as the tears fell.
The sound of fabric rending broke the moment.
Looking down at the tattered remnants of her once-designer gown, the white silk ruined and unsalvageable, she sighed.
Relief.
Tugging his T-shirt over her head, he boosted her up in his arms and leapt over the balcony.
To freedom.