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Breathing is fast and restless as Maridelle hurried to get her self out of the vicinity. Running on her mind are the possible options that she has thought to use to escape. Nevertheless, regardless of her efforts to choose the best option, she could not keep herself focused; her mind is occupied by her regrets and what ifs and everything that drags her soul down.

“What’s wrong?” Hodor intercepted her.

Her feet halted just before she almost bumped into Hodor. As what she deemed, he is probably going to see Vamoire. Beads of sweat are forming on her forehead.

“You look anxious and”—Hodor runs his eyes from her head to toe and back—“and restless.” He stared at her quizzically.

She swallowed a huge lump of saliva on her throat. “No-Nothing. It was that I am seething. Vamoire like always is mean plus I met the other two along the way,” she explained. “I am not anxious. I am angry.” She put emphasis on her words.

“I see,” Hodor coldly replied; he never had a care about her. “How was your
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