Day 1 - Copy down the last sentence of a random book and use this as the first line of our new story.
Emerald Green
The halls are dressed in black and white and the tiles are a checker board with humans as the pieces. The whole building sends a chill down my spine and reminds me of something out of my nightmares. I do not want to be here, I think and stupidly I've brought Finch into this too.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, trying to prepare for the cameras and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go. I look at Finch, his face etched with worry, one that I had never seen before, despite all we've been through these past weeks.
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Thanks, Hanshi xx
Emerald Green
The halls are dressed in black and white and the tiles are a checker board with humans as the pieces. The whole building sends a chill down my spine and reminds me of something out of my nightmares. I do not want to be here, I think and stupidly I've brought Finch into this too.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, trying to prepare for the cameras and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go. I look at Finch, his face etched with worry, one that I had never seen before, despite all we've been through these past weeks.
Even when I failed.
He looks down at me, his chocolate brown eyes showing a kind of gentle concern but I know it is the mask behind a face of distress and panic. I want to wipe it away, all the pain, but I can't.
He looks down at me, his chocolate brown eyes showing a kind of gentle concern but I know it is the mask behind a face of distress and panic. I want to wipe it away, all the pain, but I can't.
Because I am the cause of the pain. How stupid could I have been when I thought a young, ignorant girl like me, could save the town? Was I trying to be Superwoman? Ha, ha that really failed, didn't it? Finch lays his hand lightly on my shoulder and speaks with a soft voice that seems to calm me more than his actual words. How could I have not considered my actions, when they profoundly effected him too? I nod, only vaguely aware of what he said, before looking up at the wall.
Against the washed out tones of grey, the red clock ticks like the timer on a bomb, dragging me forward to the time of doom. I know I can't avoid it no more than the beating of my own heart as it pounds against its own cage of bone and cartilage. The agony is an invisible demon sitting heavy on my shoulder; my head becoming a little giddy with all of the thoughts bashing around in my head. All I can do is wait on this plastic chair until they are ready for me: the failure.
"Amber, the public are ready for you."
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Thanks, Hanshi xx
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