ILIANA'S POV
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It's unexpected, the thrill of sneaking around, avoiding my parents like their a plague, and at the moment, it feels like they are. They are capable of attaching to my skin, twisting in between my cells, embedding their toxic virus into every fiber of me to get me ill to the point where I'd beg for death. Death might be ready for me, and it would be my honor to meet God, but waking up every morning, I know for sure that it's not my time. I can feel it in my rigid bones, I can feel it when the wind blows through my hair and kisses my skin.
This life has a lot more to offer, and I'm betting that a lot of it has to do with him.
For the past week, I felt like a rebellious teenager, sneaking out of my own home like my parents could hear, meeting up with Drystan in the most b
