Glass clinked in the whisky glass, breaking the intense silence. The woman sighed as she looked down at her phone. The pale green light shone from the phone with sickening radiance, highlighting the bags under her eyes.
The message was from a hidden number, she could have sworn she blocked that number. If it was who she thought it was that wouldn't have done much anyway.
The headlights of a car lit up her room with a sudden flash of light, blinding her.
As her eyes gradually stopped throbbing, she realized she didn't have much time left.
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Thatberg Profiles
Fantasyi know its not the best title, but its the first time I've written anything so i couldn't think of a better name
