Love And Tales
The house was filled with guests: a few influential men in the city, mostly Raymond’s friends.
“Let the countdown begin,” I mumbled, walking forty kilometers away from the vicinity.
I dragged my phone out of my pocket, watching Elena and Raymond sing happy birthday to Mr. Laurence, smiles on their faces. I had installed CCTV cameras.
“This will be the last smile that will ever appear on your miserable face, Elena,” I growled.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
A loud explosion was heard in the building. I watched the building from the top of a skyscraper as it fell, taking every life with it.
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