Constantly Running.

"No one will ever find me," I spoke, looking deep into his eyes. "They'll never look here. I'm safe here. "

"I still think you should go back," he said.

"Listen," I rose to my feet. "I'm not going back. I refuse to go back to a place where I am not seen."

"Your family misses you."

I watched him, his eyes pleaded with me, but my resolve was stronger. "I will not go back," I gritted out through clenched teeth. "It's too little too late."

I grabbed my bag and slammed the door behind me. He'd given up his ace without even knowing it. I was no longer safe here.

Again, I was on the run.