We sat in silence for a while, taking in the peaceful night. The world had paused just for us. Suddenly, a rustling sound caught my attention. I turned to see the leaves fluttering wildly, as if stirred by an invisible force. My eyes widened.
"It must have been the wind," he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
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Must Have Been The Wind
Teen FictionAmidst the symphonies of honking horns and street vendors calling out their wares, the wind was the reigning prom-queen. In the scorching heat of summer, the wind was only an occasional visitor. I watched as the townspeople, no longer fanning their...
