Khalifa's POV
So I ran out.
As fast as my legs could carry throwing my uncomfortable footwears away and heading into the darkness.
Another place that reminded me of just what my future looked like.
Dark and empty. Another alley and I couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't rubbed yet.
Maybe another misfortune could take my mind off this one. I was invisible and in everybody's face at the same time.
I was a fugitive here as well. Even the slums didn't have a place for me. The thought made me chuckle at myself until it turned into a full fledged laughter only to be interrupted by the ringing of my phone which I ignored.
It's once beaten twice shy and I couldn't afford to pick this call and to someone just because there's a chance that they care.
I wasn't asking for two much t
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