~SARAH BENNETT~I hung up my phone and slid it into the pocket of my lounge shorts, grabbing what really mattered to me from the dining table and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. The curtains that led to my bedroom’s balcony were pulled apart on both sides. I pushed the sliding door open to the left and cold air rushed to greet my face.I paused at the doorway for a second, my fingers still curled around the glass handle, and just felt the welcoming coldness before stepping out onto the balcony slowly, barefooted. The floor was cold too,chilly in fact, and it caused a shiver to travel up me. The night was quiet, or perhaps I was just too far away from it to hear tyres speed on the road down there. Lights, however, blinked in every direction and skyscrapers stood tall and erect like they were all in a private competition to see which one would be the first to scrape heaven.I hated what they reminded me of and the bottle in my hand grew heavier, the brownish doorway light drawing my
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