C169 The Only One Worth Saving.

The elevator dinged open, jolting me from my frantic thoughts. I was on the last floor, back at the party. The moment I stepped out, every eye turned toward me, like they’d just seen a ghost. It wasn’t my appearance—my hair was a little messy, my makeup cracked, but nothing major. It was my panicked eyes, frantic breathing, and beaded sweat. Told a different story