Hers n His

run run run

this was all i could do. running from my true self. sometimes i wonder what would happen if i really did started being me. play and pretend. playing with my true self and pretending to be someone else.

i need to be patient. i used to paint, read, write and whatnot and now what is left of me. this dry and rough walking human but on the brught side, am still alive, am i not? hahaha who am i kidding.

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walking down the aisle, she is. looking like huntress on her way to the prey which i think would be me. but am i really the prey which she considers me to be or....?

dream. again just a dream. 2 years. just 2 years more my huntress and \\\\

ch.1

meeting arranged. contract checked. schedule arranged. no room for any mistake. hah! this meeting is good to go now.///

"sam, ai is here. lets just hope this meeting goes as planned."-x

"confident, no room for mistake.-sam

'Good morning ms.ai. pleasure to have you here.'

'let's get started ,-ai

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'Boss, your next meeting is in 20 mins at xyz,. would youo like to have your lunch in the meantime,'

'I'll have it in car-ai

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evening

'there you are, i was searching for you for 2 hours bitch.

" you could've just called me

' as if. your phone's switchwed off. wait you're experimenting again. are you not? atleast inform me before doin anything like that

"jones. stop. have a seat if you dont want me to shoot you in middle of this thing.

' what even are you doing. fine fine i'll stop. mr. seb you tell me what is he doin

...sir, this morning when we were in middle of a meeting, boss received a mail from then on he's busy.

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discussion about that mail reminded me of something or someone-my huntress.

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"run as fast as you can zi, there are terrorists evrywhere"

'mom, wait. come with me, mom! mom!!!

seeing that tear stained face of hers but still with smile, she told me to run. i knew she was just as scared and afraid but she still told me to leave. i ran as fast as i could, looking for some place to hide until all of this was over. my feets were bleeding. no matter how much i was trying to stop my tears from falling, i was still crying. memories of me and my mom were flashing through my mind. something was telling me not to look back and i complied.

i came across a garage and went inside. how much i dread that decision of mine. that single moment made me hers and her, she should be no one else's but mine.

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##ch 2##

walking ahead of me, was this stupid. i had this urge to just to just grab her and put soe emotions in that fucking robotic brain of hers. maybe am over reacting but it is what it is. the last time i saw some real emotion on her face was years ago and now it feels like centuries. i still remember that look on her face. she looked like a bloodthirsty maniac with a gun in her hand.

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that day is still vivid in my memory, the best gift ever.

my dad had become overprotective of me after he lost her wife and my mom in an accident. it was my birthday and he was throwing me a party, to cheer me up but it that was just a futile move on his end for me. i knew he was seeking some escape from his grief. he told me to make some friends and enjoy that party. to give some break, i acted like he wanted me to. the presents and the guests both were boring. all i wanted was to find that murderer who took my mother.