By Surya Krishna (12G) & Ishita Kanchan (11M) A cool gust of wind blew her hair back. Her eyes were green and empty as she surveyed her surroundings, trying to notice the smallest change in demeanour in any of the hundreds around her. There was loud music and shouting all around her, but she’d learnt to shut it out. She was waiting for it to happen. It always happened. She didn’t flinch as a car exploded down the street. That was expected. She side- stepped the two brawling men as they fell towards her. Her nostrils flared in annoyance. As soon as the clock tower’s hand hit twelve, she heard it. The only sound she could hear. She whipped around, to see the only face she cared to see. There he was. Just as always, just as she had expected, he was there. But this time, there was something different about him. He still possessed his muscular physique, his messy black hair and his alluring hazel eyes which always pulled her to the clock tower every night. But when she looked into them...
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