Co Co
Co Co's Book(1)
The Shadows We Escape
Romance
Chapter 1: Escape
Diane's eyes scanned the dimly lit alleyway, her heart racing with anticipation. She had been planning her escape for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment to flee the orphanage.
The orphanage. A place where children were sent to be "cared for," but in reality, were subjected to abuse, neglect, and a fate worse than death. Diane had seen it happen to countless others. Children who had grown too old to be of use were forced into prostitution, their innocence lost forever.
Diane's determination hardened. She would not suffer the same fate. She would escape, no matter the cost.
With a deep breath, she made a run for it, dashing through the alleys and side streets of Valencia. Her feet pounded the cobblestone streets, her heart pounding in her chest.
She had been running for what felt like hours, her lungs burning and her legs aching. But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop.
Finally, she saw a glimmer of hope – the city gate, looming in the distance. With a surge of adrenaline, she sprinted towards it, her feet carrying her across the threshold into freedom.
Diane slowed to a stop, gasping for breath. She had made it. She was free.
But as she looked around, she realized that freedom came with a price. She was alone, with no family, no friends, and no money. The world stretched out before her like an endless, daunting sea.
Diane's eyes stung with tears, but she refused to give in. She had come too far, risked too much.
With a newfound determination, she set off into the unknown, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead
Chapter 2: Separation
As they walked away from the mysterious man, Diane couldn't shake off the feeling that she had just made a mistake. Who was that man, and why was he lying on the ground, injured?
But she didn't have time to dwell on those thoughts. Ashley was pulling her along, urging her to move faster.
"We have to get out of here," Ashley whispered, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. "We don't know who that man is or what he's involved in."
Diane nodded, knowing that Ashley was right. They had to keep moving, had to find a safe place to hide.
As they walked, the streets became increasingly familiar. They were heading back to the part of town where they had grown up, where their families had lived.
But as they turned a corner, Diane's heart sank. The houses were gone, replaced by a row of gleaming new buildings.
Ashley's eyes met hers, and Diane saw the same shock and grief reflected back.
Their families were really gone.
Without a word, they turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowded streets.
As they walked, Diane felt a sense of unease growing inside her. She had saved the mysterious man's life, but at what cost?
Ashley seemed to sense her unease, and she squeezed Diane's hand reassuringly.
"We'll get through this together," Ashley whispered.
Diane smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude towards her friend.
As they walked, they stumbled upon a small alleyway. Diane hesitated for a moment, wondering if they should investigate.
But Ashley nodded, and together they stepped inside, their hearts pounding in unison.
The alleyway was narrow and dimly lit, the walls lined with trash cans and broken crates. Diane's eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness, and she saw that the alleyway stretched out for several blocks.
Suddenly, Ashley grabbed her arm, pulling her back into the shadows.
"What's wrong?" Diane whispered.
Ashley nodded towards the end of the alleyway, where a group of men were gathered. They were talking in hushed tones, their faces illuminated by the faint glow of cigarettes.
Diane's heart sank. They had to get out of there, fast.
Without a word, they turned and ran, their footsteps echoing off the walls of the alleyway.
As they emerged onto the streets, Diane felt a sense of relief wash over her. They had made it out alive.
But as they looked around, they realized that they were lost. The streets were unfamiliar, and the buildings seemed to stretch on forever.
Ashley's eyes met hers, and Diane saw the same fear and uncertainty reflected back.
What were they going to do now?
As they stood there, frozen with uncertainty, Diane felt a strange sensation wash over her. It was as if she was being watched, as if unseen eyes were trained on her.
She spun around, but there was no one there.
Ashley's hand found hers, and together they took off, disappearing into the crowded streets.
And that's when everything went black.
Chapter 3: New Beginnings
Diane's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an unfamiliar ceiling. She sat up, looking around frantically. Where was she?
Ashley was lying next to her, still fast asleep. Diane shook her gently, and Ashley's eyes opened.
"Where are we?" Ashley whispered.
Diane shook her head. "I don't know."
As they looked around, they saw that they were in a small, cozy room. There was a fireplace, and a kettle was simmering on the stove.
Suddenly, an old man appeared in the doorway.
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