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LYA
I run.
It’s just who I am.
Whenever things get tough, I bail. Every new situation I find myself in, I have an exit strategy. Because I know what could happen if I don’t.
Things are about to get bad, and I don’t understand how or why. I’m in a new place, surrounded by strangers who know nothing about me or my past. I’ve developed a life for myself where no one could suspect a thing out of the ordinary. I fit in—or, at least, try to. But here I am, ready to run.
Let’s just hope I do so in time.
OLIVER
I didn’t ask to be in these shoes. In fact, I was thoroughly looking forward to a life of little more than personal responsibility. I never saw my future tied to this place, no matter how much it is a part of me. The responsibility was thrust upon me, and with no one else left to step up, I had no choice. These are my people—my family—and this is my home. I couldn’t turn my back, even if I wanted to. That’s a type of betrayal I would never be able to stomach.
Any semblance of my plans years ago have fallen by the wayside, but that’s the nature of the beast—and I am the beast.
Times are changing. I can feel it in my bones. I just hope we are ready and I am capable of protecting those who rely on me.