I just ran from the most dangerous man of country.
But I've not won yet.
I'm still extremely anxious.
I feel like any moment Ian can break through the taxi glasses and snatch me away.
I'm feeling vulnerable.
When I decided to run, I never felt this but now I feel like I have made a mistake.
For a moment I considered turning and going back to Ian. He would firgive me if I go back now.
Right?
He could still be asleep.
He won't even notice my running ever.
It was chilly but I could feel the moisture of distress and anxiety pouring out of my forehead.
Did I make a mistake.
Would I regret it?
I sighed.
No
There's no turning back.
Not now.
Its too late.
What's done is done.
I did the right thing.
It was only the matter of time for me to lose my mind with him.
I can't just stay locked.
Just as taxi stopped in front of my apartment, I hurriedly got inside and grabbed my savings with a few of clothing items and shoved them in a plastic bag.
I grabbed a long brown hair wig.
I had one because I've short hair and I love long brown hair.
I wore it at the fairwell.
It would be best to change my appearance.
I wore it and black glasses that covered half of my face.