The silences between one stroke of the clock and the next were deafening, and they seemed to narrow with each passing minute to the mere blink of an eye. The air in the room felt unstirred, like that of an undisturbed grave.
The warning of the grandfather clock echoed one last time.
Midnight.
Time was up. There was no point in praying that that moment stretched into an hour, a day, a week. The stars moved still, and time ran.
The reckoning had come.
Alexandra did not want to escape—she could not.
The faint squeak of brand new leather shoes, barely audible at first, was getting closer and closer.
The door swung on its hinges without a sound, perfectly maintained like any other thing in that place. A warning wasn't really necessary anyways; Alexandra knew that he would come.
He was looking for her.
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Short Story-When true love is destiny, eternity hangs on a single moment.- A house full of secrets. A girl trying to escape her family and her legacy. A mysterious stranger with the blackest eyes... and maybe, with the blackest of souls. Will Alexandra defy t...
