Tanya’s POV

I watch the clock on the wall with massive strain on my heart, the seconds ticking down at a pace that can’t be considered slow or fast. Only agonizing, like it’s mocking my slow inch towards demise. When it lands on one, dread succumbs to my system and I face up to the fact that it’s the end of my time in the competition.

But before I’m left to accept failure, Marco bursts through the door with cosmic conviction. His perfectly placed golden blonde locks swaying with the movement of