Trapped in memories - The beginning of the end

Remir’s Perspective

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I sat at the table, my coffee long gone cold. Something about all this didn’t sit right with me. A group of teenagers skipping school. It’s no wonder… But what about Nox? He never chose to skip class without a reason. I glanced at the letter I’d found slipped under the door an hour ago. I recognized the handwriting… The same handwriting as the letter he’d received on his first day here.

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“Keep your puppy on a leash.Otherwise you won’t be so lucky this time, Virell.”

-A.

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I knew the peace wouldn’t last long. I should have expected this to be the case. He wants to know the truth, Clara. He wants to know what really happened. But I’m afraid it will all break him. But how can I protect him for the rest of his life? Can I protect him from himself?

Oh, Clara, if you were here, everything would be simpler. I crumpled the note and threw it in the trash. I grabbed the car keys from the coffee table in the living room. I have to go get him. I know, Clara, I’m telling myself it’s for his safety… Even though I know that’s not the whole truth.

I know they’re on the loose. They know he’s alive and won’t stop until they gotten rid of everything that belonged to you, or somehow reminds them of your face…

I can’t… He suffered more than once. And in the name of what? Revenge… Revenge on you, my beloved Clara. Because you started to notice?

“Hang in there, Nox,” I whispered into the empty air as I closed the apartment door behind me. Leaving the smell of exhaust fumes and the dull sound of the engine behind me.

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