Sylvia's heart raced. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she ran to the window. A hiss escaped her lips as a shred of glass tore the skin of her foot, and blood dripped from the wound.
Not caring about the pain, Sylvia looked outside through the window. At first, she didn't find anyone outside, but then she noticed the slight rustling in the shrubs at a distance.
Somebody was there. But who?
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Amidst the tranquil setting of the lakeside, where the waters shimmered like liquid silver beneath the gentle embrace of the moonlight, Finn stood alone. His heart was heavy with the weight of rejection, cast out from the very town he had once called home. The air was thick with a blend of anger, frustration, and a bitter taste of loneliness that lingered on his tongue.
