The twinkle lights cast jovial shadows around the abandoned balcony as the crowd gathered inside as the countdown echoed.
Five...
I was used to being alone. My eyes clung to a couple inside, lost in each other. Their warm exchange reminded me of the frigid air and my lack of coat.
Four...
I closed my eyes, trying to imagine the warmth of love.
Three...
My mind conjured Bryce, even filling my nose with his scent.
Two...
The heat of a coat hit my shoulders as I fluttered my eyelids to meet Bryce's green eyes.
"One," he murmured with a smile.
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Pebbles: A Collection of Short Stories
Short StoryGot a minute? Want to have your mind flip between genres so fast you are left unsettled and confused? Excellent! Here's a book of shorts in no particular order; sorry, Melvil Dewey. Maturity Level: fade to black violence in The Seven Sisters & Heart...
