“I told you, I’m not like the others.” He shouted after her.
She didn’t stop, but ran from the house into the night. The rain had been steady all day. Sahja wondered if it would ever let up. Her running slowed and the sharpness of the brisk air stuck in her lungs. She shouldn’t have left without a cloak.
“Sahja!” His voice broke through the distance and a faint light made its way to her, but she had no more energy to run away. “We need to get out of the rain,” he said.
Reluctantly, she took his outstretched hand.
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