There was silence. For Vincent it might have been a comfortable one but for Valentine it was pure torture. She didn't want to tell him anymore. She was way too scared. She clutched the metal bars of the balcony with both hands as if to stop the heavy silence from crushing her.
At 2:02 am Valentine nearly caved in.
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havoc
Short StoryOne night Valentine finds herself on the balcony of a stranger's house at a party with even more people she barely knows. Yet there is one person she knows very well and who's maybe even the sole reason she came here in the first place. Vincent wen...
