For days now she's been running through those empty corridors, chasing after every open door. But every single last one.... slams in her face.
Too late...
She turns around to see the mess she's made and crys for help.
It was sudden, but then it wasn't... shouldn't she have known all this would happen? That she could make the same mistakes twice?
She pounds on the doors but they never open.
Her tears spill to the floor.
She gets up and does the only thing she can- she starts to run again. And she runs... and runs, and runs.
But she gives up now. Her back sliding down the wall.
"Won't you help me?" she whispers
"Can't you hear me?" she shouts, "I hate you for leaving me!"
And she hates not hating them at all.
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