Then she felt it. Perhaps something caught her eye that her mind failed to grasp. A movement. A sound. But awareness stole over her shoulders and tickled up her neck. She twitched her gaze over the crowd. Nothing. But she knew what, who, she felt. She pushed the realisation down without saying her name, wanting to deny the increasing presence within her subconscious.
BAHAHAH a sixth sense for the love of ur life
