Even if the years go by and you get hurt a lot...

Never forget where you come from.

August 11th of some year.

"Promise me that no matter how much noise you hear, you won't come out of hiding," he asked desperately, taking my hand.

"What's going on? Sasha, you're scaring me," my voice sounded agitated.

I didn't get any answer, we just kept running for I don't know how long and stopped at a door. Sasha looked at me with pleading eyes for me to answer and with a squeeze on her hand, I gave her to