Breathe of Fresh Air

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own on me, radiating off the platform's worn pavement

breathe in a good source of oxygen. I wish I was back home or at least i

umness. I gave my best smile, grabbed my suitcase, and turned away, rushing to escape the heat. I walked along and headed into the train stat

s familiar face. We had arranged to meet here, but the

round for the first part of my life, it felt like an adventure; after her passing, it became an escape. My auntie, al

dripped down my forehead, and I wiped it away with my sleeve. The blended cacophony of announcem

painful reminder of abandonment. He'd left my mother and me when I was just nine years old, shattering her heart into a million piece

as I had stated to her in the past: only life or death would bring me here, closer to him

y living hell. I dreaded facing the past, but Auntie's

right to spot her jumping up and down, waving enthusiastically as she trie

igh alert. I noticed the curious glances of the

cks residing on the outskirts at opposite ends. One being His pack. My auntie had warned me about the packs' presence and the humans who coexisted

uite aware that she hates me calling her that, as her expression c

," she said, her tone playful despite t

eplied, smiling and pull

e takes my backpack, relieving me of m

e way before taking an hour train ride. It was hectic but I didn't mind. I am pretty much used to

sighed. "If one more person looks at us like that again, I will damn shred their

e, and so are Rose and Madea too, a

eping up my spine. Swift stirred, sensing my discomf

at me with a smirk, "Well, It's not every day a stunning gorge

enty of beautiful girls here, but you know what

ized that I was looking directly at them, they moved their eyes so

newcomer," Swift says, stretching out as s

careful when Swift surfaces, your eyes change color slightly. Be cautiou

e says as she nods towards the sta

ck Honda car waiting for us when a BMW pulls right in

Isa," she murmurs thr

He proceeded to open the back door, and two young men, ro

n instant recognition. The scent seemed very familiar as it tingled my senses, and I strug

growl escaped my lips b

my mother, but the similarity was uncanny.