I held my forehead against the cold metal. It stunk of iron, of dust left uncleaned for a long time now. The region where my skin was stuck to it was beginning to lose sensitivity. i felt numb as the coldness almost froze that part of my forehead. Yet, my forehead didn't cease to sweat.It was hot, and since my nerves were not trying to calm down, my throat almost burned due to the raspy breathes I've been receiving. I felt a warm hand clasp mine, that was resting on the cold metal. I felt warm breath fanning my cheek, and y forehead rested side ways."Go home, Chloe." He said, pushing a few strands of my hair behind my ear. "It's late.""I won't go home until you take me." I said, looking at him through the cell.He was currently locked up in the cell, and I was standing outside it. It was almost infuriating to know that the police had accused him without acquiring proper evidences. They just have a witness, but until they catch hold of reliable evidences, they can't lock him up.See
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