People say time can change a lot of things but the question is….
Is it true?
Doesn’t time just make you used to of living with it?
Well Sandra and Enola would always have a mental battle between these two arguments.
Sandra opened her eyes and found Enola standing in front of her.
Seeing Sandra a smile made it’s way onto her face
They both walked towards each other and hugged
“ who won?” asked Enola
“ it’s again a tie” Sandra replied pulling
They both sat on the floor of the same room they both always see in their dreams while silently enjoying each other’s presence.
“ two years has it been”
Sandra spoke all of the sudden
“ yeah. By the way did you found how was Night able to read the poem?”
A smile broke onto Sandra’s face
“ what’s so funny?”
“ the way the clock works is damn weird.”
“ what did you found out?” Enola raised an eyebrow
“ do you remember I told you about this place Night rushed to save my life.”
“the river?” Enola pointed
“yeah. That wasn’t the first time Night had been