Page 81 of Stay for Me

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

I moved, chanted those words over and over in my head, as I bent to grab the fabric. It was soft and stretchy, and I knew it had come from a pair of those damn fucking leggings. I’d only seen her in them a handful of times, and every time, I’d nearly give in to her, the temptation. However, finding a piece of said leggings on this hill made my stomach sink. I took a step back, refocusing, and after I moment, I saw it.

The path in which she’d fallen down the hill, gravity pulling her.

My stomach twisted, anger and fear boiling inside me, forming a toxin that seeped into my bloodstream. I bit down, grinding my teeth together as I descended the rest of the hill, chanting the same two words in my head.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

Find Diana.

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