UC Creative Competition
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As it set, the warmth of the sun seeped behind the distant horizon, the last rays casting over the quiet city created twisting shadows that beckon in the cold night. The world began to settle with the night life, everything breathed anew while Jane lay in her bed motionless. The coldness of the world permeated the room; a hopeless loneliness persisted through her being, resting heavily on her body as if a thick veil of brine consumed her. The still, deafening anxiety of the room was disturbed by a shrill ping, a message from her friend. Jane checked her phone and a heavy sigh escaped her lungs. '28 unread messages, 3 missed calls.’