52: Sound
Sound was enhanced. I heard Luke's jeans scraping against the floor, muffled but there. I heard the crickets outside. I heard the sound hair makes when there's any kind of friction on it while he ran his hand through mine.
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Stockholm Syndrome
General FictionI didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding...
