Cruel Finality

I picked up a flower vase from the table, my only semblance of defense. I silently pulled myself against the wall, leaning for support.

The figure on the terrace remained motionless, his presence casting an eerie shadow of impending doom. My heart pounded with anxiety, threatening to escape my chest. Moving cautiously toward the glass door to the terrace, I made sure not to make a sound, clutching