Diana turned around severally while she ran but she could not see anything chasing her. Oh, but she knew she was running away from something or someone. The feeling was so strong and it led her to stumble a few times. Luckily, she never fell. And she never stopped running until she arrived at Calhoun's chamber. Soon as she ran in, she pushed the door and locked it, resting on the door. She turned to check the giant wall clock that hung beautifully in his room. It was almost 1 am. She sighed softly, her heart still hammered in her chest. After calming herself, she burst into tears. Why would things not just get better? Why did they always get worse and worse and always worse? "Pretty girls should not cry." Diana turned quickly to find Calhoun seated in his chair as if nothing had happened to him. She stared at him blankly, not knowing what to do or how to react. This was Calhoun, right? And he was sitting before her, right? She could touch him too, right? "C... Cal... Calhoun!"
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