Denial ; I

A dark haired male found himself running through the longest maze imaginable, and no matter how far he ran the shadow behind him only seemed to grow larger.

He wasn’t quite sure why he had become so fearful, or why his heart was beating so fast, but he knew it wasn’t something he was going to stop and question. He just needed to get away from whatever the hell was behind him.

Although he tried to open all the doors he came across, they all held tight and wouldn’t allow entry. It was only when he tried an old wooden door to the left did he find some relief. Allowing his hand to grasp onto the cool, metal handle the male quickly stepped into his newly found sanctuary.

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