Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers
The music floated through the gap, clear now, lush and slow, like honey spilling in the dark.
"This is the end / Hold your breath and count to ten…"
The song wrapped around my throat like a velvet noose.
Adele’s voice was haunting, heavy, powerful—and painfully timed.
“Skyfall is where we start…”
I didn’t know why that line made my chest tighten, but it did. Maybe it was the ache in her voice. Maybe it was how the words felt like a prophecy.
As we rounded the bend past the grand staircase, I heard voices. Soft, low, too close.
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