Caught

Caught

Caught

He knelt and took several long breaths trying to distinguish whether this was a dream or not. He pulled her head onto his knee and brushed the hair out of her face. She tried to pull his hand away, but there was no strength. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile. He had found her, but there was no fighting spirit left. She was caught, and there would be no getting away this time. She was his.

Writer. College student. Focused. Blessed. Adventurer. Musician. Professional over thinker. I'm pretty busy with college, but sometimes I write. It clears my head and reminds me of the impact I want to have on the world, which is why I'll never stop.

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