torn

1560 Words

I walked down the steps to start my shift, like I do every day. Only this time I felt uncoordinated due to a lack of sleep. Noah and I were out all night finding nothing, the site where the hunters were, and there was sufficient evidence to confirm their presence, was evacuated and left desolate. A long unsuccessful night was sure to drain the energy from my body as well as my emotions. I was hoping to find something, anything, to bring us closer to finding the answers we seek. They seem to always be one step ahead of us, as if having eyes on us too. Half way down the stairs I am hit by a strong floral scent coming from the store and when I reach the bottom step I met Rosetta’s grinning face as she smiled from ear to ear. Her desk was covered with crystal vases filled with ling stemmed ro

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