The night was cold, frost lingered in the windows of the cars, a soft freezing breeze travelled between the buildings brushing with its helid fingers the passers-by. A symphony of colours danced in the inky sky. The firmament was a canvas painted with the electric streaks of the Christmas lights and the glow of the New York City's skyscrapers, framed by a beautiful white veil of snow and the alluring brightness of the stars. People rushed by Emma, never stopping, never looking back, but she couldn't bring herself to move, she was paralyzed in a world of pain and darkness. To her the world seemed to slow down and stop dead. She was viewing the hectic city without really seeing it, as if it were a painting and she was a simple spectator that happened to have stumbled upon it. Thoughts swarmed in Emma's head, her mind lost in them. She was dreaming in a city that never sleeps, and that nightmare that she kept replaying in her head would never abandon leave. Her knuckles were white as she was strongly clutching a paper in her hands and she knew that because of that letter, that dreadful letter, nothing would ever be the same again.
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Ataria
Teen FictionThe world we know, is not what it seems. Seventeen year old Emma has managed to escape her old life, however the past always comes crawling back. Her deepest secret carries consequences she and Kai will need to pay, and one single letter will be en...
