This story continues from here. Once again I used all the three pictures and if you pay attention, one of last week's also. Tell me what you think! :)
A burst of forgotten memories enslaved her mind, as she collapsed on the stone steps of the half demolished clock tower writhing in agony. Rihaan's innocent face flashed before her eyes, and his squeaky voice resounded through the walls of the tower pleading her to stop. She stood up shakily using the brick wall to support her weight and staggered towards the first step of the endless spiral staircase. Rihaan's face vanished and a vivid image of her house scattering away became known. She pushed herself on, swallowing her pain with each step that she took.
From somewhere far above resonated the unmistakable sound of the clock chiming twelve. She knew now that there was no turning back.