I checked my watch, it was already 4:30. I once more took a look at the counter. The white haired man was still standing there, talking to the shopkeeper. It seemed he was never going to leave, but he did.
And I followed him outside, man it was cold! The heater inside the shop misinformed me about the weather. It would snow, the sky is not good at hiding things. I put my hands into the pockets to keep them from freezing. He was crossing the street now. He turned to look at me. I pulled my hoodie and walked on. I could see him from the corner of my eyes, his wrinkled skin, pale white. I could feel his eyes on me. And I could see the way his lips curved slightly...as if in a smile. A strange familiar smile.
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The Fading Past
Teen FictionEve finds herself tangled in the web of her family's fading past. Can someone's past ever be forgotten completely? As the story unfolds the truth is unveiled. With Harry by her side she walks upto the nasty lies and wipes the tear-stained past. I...
