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A shared future, free from the confines of the prison, where we could reshape dreams and heal old wounds.
“We can’t save everyone right now,” Tix whispered, pulling me closer.
His breath was warm against my ear, and I leaned into the comfort of his embrace. “One day, we will.”
Tears stung my eyes, their salty trail evident on my cheeks.
With Tix beside me, the weight of our predicament felt a little lighter.
With a mutual understanding, we moved away from Fleth’s cell, leaving behind the anguished dreamer, with a silent vow to return.
As the distance between us and Fleth grew, the sounds of his distress faded, replaced by the ambient noise of the prison.
The promise we made to ourselves and to him echoed louder in our hearts.
The future might be uncertain, filled with challenges and battles, but it was also filled with hope.
And as Tix and I walked hand in hand, that hope was what fueled our determination to create a better tomorrow — for all of us.
11
TIX
The dim light from the sole bulb in our cell cast a gentle glow on Grace’s face.
Her lashes, long and delicate, lay gently against her cheeks.
Her rhythmic breathing, brought an inexplicable peace to the otherwise stifling environment of the prison cell.
After the whirlwind of today’s events, watching her sleep felt like a balm to my frayed nerves.
Leaning over, I delicately brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, allowing my fingers to linger just a moment longer than necessary.
Her hair, soft and silken to the touch, felt comforting between my fingers.
As I continued to gently stroke her hair, I couldn’t help but get lost in the moment, taking in every minute detail of her face.
The way her lips curled into a subtle smile, even in sleep, or how the warmth of her skin seemed to radiate.
The muffled sounds of guards patrolling the corridors barely registered in my ears.
Instead, the room was filled with a comfortable silence, interrupted only by the occasional sigh from Grace.
Though the bed was uncomfortable and the environment far from ideal, at that moment with her by my side, everything felt perfect.
My mind wandered to the challenges that awaited us.
The fights in the pits, the games, and politics of prison life, the looming presence of my opponents — all faded to the background as I reveled in the simple joy of being with her.
The promise of Uhah’s known secret exit weighed heavily on my mind.
Despite my skepticism, a part of me couldn’t help but cling to the hope he represented.
The idea of escaping this prison with Grace, of finding a life beyond these walls, was a dream I dared not vocalize.
Yet, every moment with her made it harder to suppress the growing longing within me.
Drawing my fingers gently down her arm, I marveled at the softness of her skin, at odds with my own rough calluses.
