Inevitable.
You dare touch me.” Bianca warned. “No, seriously I am beginning to worry about you…,” Layla said, “… I don’t know how you are going to live in that tiny house, next to a haunted Villa.” “It is not haunted.” Bianca protested. “Yes, it is. I can feel the negative energy. It really freaks me out.” “No, it is not.” Bianca said firmly, “All right fine.” Layla resigned. Bianca's eyes fixated in the clouds and at the little snowflakes sprinkling from above, submerged into the silence of her mind. The time when she thought of nothing just blank and dry as the white plain sheet of paper. Her eyes widened when she saw something moving across the sky. No, it's falling down. It is coming this way. She wondered. Layla quickly glanced at her when she heard Bianca letting out a surprised gasp.
- Writer
