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ASHLEY
I was running. Running alone through the streets of London. I was weeping
silently while I ran. The tears soared off my face. I saw flashes of lightning.
Heard claps of thunder. The rain pounded hard on the ground, tapping a soft
melody with the concrete. Finally, I stopped to catch my breathe. I was on a
completely unfamiliar street, nothing recognisable. My leather jacket didn't
provide much protection from the bitter cold or the rain. Then I saw a flat. It
belonged to someone I knew. I went to knock on the door, only to find it ajar.
The first step I took, I felt a rush of adrenaline and fear. I started to
plummet downward. I was now falling down. I couldn't see anything. It was pitch
black, and the hole in the floor faded by the second. The hole sealed above me.
I fell.
I woke up sweating. My body trembled. I was in bed. Shirtless. I looked at the
time. 2:14 AM. I turned my head to the left. And there was Stefan. Lying next to
me. Smirking.
I blinked. Yes. He was still there. But it wasn't really Stefan. Just a TMB
poster on the side of my wall. With Stefan, me, and Dru. I sighed.
STEFAN
I put on jeans and a dirty jumper. I threw on a cap, then the hood. It was
pouring heavily. Thunder. Heavy thunder. I stepped outside. I walked. Silently.
I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know why I left my flat in the first
place. I let my legs take me wherever. Tears came. They flooded my eyes.
I don't know how long I had been walking, but I decided to stop and rest. I sat
on the porch of some random apartment. I put my hands in my pocket. I felt a
flower. I pulled it out. It's a withered magnolia. Withered. Dead. Lacking
vitality. Lost its importance. Lost its love. So close. Yet so far. I thought.
ASHLEY
It only took me two minutes to wake up again. I couldn't sleep. The rain pounded
hard on the window. A sad tone. I sat up and looked out. Dewdrops distorted my
view. There was a guy across the street. Probably homeless. Poor chap, stuck in
the rain at 2:17 AM. He looked so lonely, just sitting on a porch, plucking the
petals off a withered flower.
I was running. Running alone through the streets of London. I was weeping
silently while I ran. The tears soared off my face. I saw flashes of lightning.
Heard claps of thunder. The rain pounded hard on the ground, tapping a soft
melody with the concrete. Finally, I stopped to catch my breathe. I was on a
completely unfamiliar street, nothing recognisable. My leather jacket didn't
provide much protection from the bitter cold or the rain. Then I saw a flat. It
belonged to someone I knew. I went to knock on the door, only to find it ajar.
The first step I took, I felt a rush of adrenaline and fear. I started to
plummet downward. I was now falling down. I couldn't see anything. It was pitch
black, and the hole in the floor faded by the second. The hole sealed above me.
I fell.
I woke up sweating. My body trembled. I was in bed. Shirtless. I looked at the
time. 2:14 AM. I turned my head to the left. And there was Stefan. Lying next to
me. Smirking.
I blinked. Yes. He was still there. But it wasn't really Stefan. Just a TMB
poster on the side of my wall. With Stefan, me, and Dru. I sighed.
STEFAN
I put on jeans and a dirty jumper. I threw on a cap, then the hood. It was
pouring heavily. Thunder. Heavy thunder. I stepped outside. I walked. Silently.
I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know why I left my flat in the first
place. I let my legs take me wherever. Tears came. They flooded my eyes.
I don't know how long I had been walking, but I decided to stop and rest. I sat
on the porch of some random apartment. I put my hands in my pocket. I felt a
flower. I pulled it out. It's a withered magnolia. Withered. Dead. Lacking
vitality. Lost its importance. Lost its love. So close. Yet so far. I thought.
ASHLEY
It only took me two minutes to wake up again. I couldn't sleep. The rain pounded
hard on the window. A sad tone. I sat up and looked out. Dewdrops distorted my
view. There was a guy across the street. Probably homeless. Poor chap, stuck in
the rain at 2:17 AM. He looked so lonely, just sitting on a porch, plucking the
petals off a withered flower.
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