CAROLINE'S POV
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Light beams over the horizon, the light yellow seeping up toward the dark blues that litter the sky, forming a purple-like hue in between. Clara struts over to the towering building, the tips of the towers gleaming brightly as the sun rises from behind it. The professors are in a huddle, speaking, not even realizing that we've returned. 'Let me out.' A demand as soft as the glow of the rising sun. 'You'll be naked.' Clara warns tauntingly. 'Not like you can walk into the building anyway.' I retort, and she shifts reluctantly.
Perhaps she, too, feels the slight heat flaring deep inside.
The grass beneath my feet is icy cold, nipping at my bare skin like shards of ice poking me. My hair clings to my neck, back, and shoulders, and the dried blood in my hair feels roughly
