Placing the telephone back onto its hook, tears appeared in the corners of my eyes, my cheeks becoming hot in the cool but smoky room.
All I wanted to do was collapse to the ground.
While the landlord was pouring a pint for the sketchy figure, I hurried behind him, ignoring when I brushed against him violently and heard a smashing sound follow me out of the room.
My feet sped up as I fled out the door, wincing as my poorly covered soles slapped against the wet cobbles. The wind bit my cheeks and stained my fingers a sharp red. The pain at the end of my fingers didn't stop my from flinging them in front of me, in a bitter attempt to protect my body from the collision that soon occurred. The lane spun around me and my mouth felt dry as I felt my body slip and fall, my head slamming into the cold stone, falling into the ground like a puppet, producing welts in every part of my body. A shock of warmth ran like a flame through me, the ringing resonating in my ears.
Albie.
The world went black around me and my vision faded.
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Evila - An Inspector Calls
RomanceA love story that defies all expectations, and adds a forbidden twist onto a classic, Georgian tale. With factual, historical aspects that make every detail feel realistic, and a heart breaking tale of love, loss and life. 2.1k words to date. Update...
