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"You're so set on escape," He pointed out. "Why is it so crucial?"

I had no answer for him, except that it was. I had no want to be here any longer.

"There's no place for you to go at this time of night. It's dark - you'll only get lost."

"I'll lose myself," I agreed. "Which is why escape would be wonderful."

"What's keeping you from going?" He asked, his eyebrows arched in serious thought.

I still had no answer for him. "Time is short, maybe. Maybe I need to wait it out."

"And what if waiting turns into a eternity?" He asked suddenly.

I thought about his words. "By eternity, I'll be so fed up there would be no reason for escape."

"Where would you be?" He asked.

"Here, I imagine." I paused, thinking hard on what exactly I think I would be. "With you, maybe."

"Maybe?" He questioned.

"If you stay, yes. I'd like that, escape would be silly if my own escape was stuck right here with me."

"Your own escape?" He repeated, half questioning the thought.

"Yes," I nodded my head. "My own little escape from the reality that is tearing me apart."

"Slowly like a band-aid should be pulled, or quickly like people think it needs to be?"

I couldn't help but smile as I answered, "Somewhere in between, I think. Someone who's unsure of which way to tear is better."

He thought about it. "So stay with me."

"I'd like that." I agreed, closing my eyes.