Call it Luck or Call it Destiny

I heard the notebook.

The tears in my eyes fell more dramatically, I promised Rose just yesterday that I'd stay out of trouble, I had an entire plan to escape, I couldn't just be killed the second I was meant to survive.

My thoughts were loud but I couldn't hear his footsteps, were they that loud?

I gathered the courage to open my eyes and try to peep between the boxes, his legs were motionless until his boots started to pace around slowly, it was enough time for me to make my way around the storage shelf, just around the corner where he wouldn't see me unless he tried.

His boots finally came to a halt, with a grunt he bent down to see the notebook and picked it up.

"Must've fallen when I moved the box"

Thank God, thank anything, how could I ever be so lucky?

I didn't deem it possible to hold so much luck in my being, this couldn't be a coincidence because it's unreal to have my hair pulled and let go so drastically.