His deep-set black eyes were sparkling against the moonlight glinting from the windows. There was a hint of cold breeze sweeping all over the room, but there were no signs of wind blowing from the outside. Windows were shut closed and the only thing that oozes nature was the view of the calm riverside from the glass frames.
There was a different distinctive kind of chill that was not as much of a simple sensation mere passing. And this time, Georgina held her breath for what was about to come.
She's been mentally, emotionally and physically struggling alone. Fear and helplessness held her weak, immobile and drained on the floor where she sat defenselessly with her hands clutched together to her chest. She knew she has to run--atleast try to avoid the inevitable danger--but she cannot mov
