As the heavy footsteps drew nearer to the closet, she struggled to keep her heavy breathing from giving her away. Then a low, gravelly voice behind her whispered, “Found you.”
I’m the best hider in hide and seek. I was found only once, but never again.
I’m the best seeker in hide and seek. There was no one who hid from me that was ever found.
Winter hid behind the door, choking down his fear as the floorboards in the room creaked. The pacing stopped, replaced by a soft, cruel laugh.
Love found me.
I said, “now you go hide”.