Tick...tock. Tick…tock. Tick…tock.
The constant tick…tock of the clock is the only thing you hear in the dead silence. It has been this way for the past hour, no one making a sound. You’re afraid to move, thinking that the slightest flinch would sound like an explosion in the silence.
The half empty bottle of tequila sits discarded on the
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