44.

The dove and the wolf.

A concept which you must've come across before.

I could name thousands of stories, just like ours, instances filled with secrets and lies just as ours was.

And yet, all these stories, no matter how similar, remain unique.

Because you don't know pain like this one, until you go through it yourself.

Darkness - it's peaceful.

I drifted off, and felt nothing.

Nothing but his strong arms carrying me away, not only from that dreadful party but also from my problems, from reality in a way.

I woke up in a bed, and it must've been the next morning, but because the weather in Seattle was nothing short of gloomy, I couldn't exactly tell.

"Dove?" I hear his voice, and forced myself to open my eyes wide, and take in my surroundings.

I was in a bed - but it didn't seem like one you'd go to crash on at a frat house.