"Sherilyn!" The call echoed behind her as she dashed away, not giving a second thought to anything but the need to escape. The pounding footsteps of Edgar followed, a desperate chase on the brink of a twilight drama.
"Sherilyn!"
In the car, Gilbert was idly scrolling through his phone, bored out of his mind, when the sudden sight of Sherilyn and Edgar, one after the other, caught his eye.
What on earth?
Before he could wrap his head around the situation, Sherilyn yanked open the passenger door and hurled herself inside.
"Drive!" Her voice was charged with an urgency that left no room for questions, a command rather than a request.
Gilbert was stunned.
"Sherilyn!" Edgar caught up, pounding on the car window. "Sherilyn, don't do this..."
Through the glass, his words were muffled, Gilbert catching only fragments, his gaze flipping between Edgar outside and Sherilyn's stormy presence beside him.
"Drive, will you?!" Covering her ears, Sherilyn's demand came as a low growl. "Didn't you hear me? Go!"
"Oh. Alright."
For the first time, Gilbert experienced a kind of 'fear,' an unusual surrender to her 'command.' With that feeling, he started the car.
Pulling away, Gilbert caught the last glimpse of Edgar running after them through the rearview mirror.
"Tsk," he muttered, a frown creasing his brow. "You're really going to leave him? What in the world did you two talk about?"
"Drive faster!"
Gilbert sighed. Fine.
As the car sped away, Edgar's figure shrank into the distance, disappearing from sight. Beside him, Sherilyn's sudden movement, covering her face with her hands, caught his attention.
Was she... crying?
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