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Dahlia's POV Continued

I am unsure when I fell back to sleep but waking alone on a tattered bed was a bit depressing.

I felt for Damien but even his scent was a bit weak meaning he had been gone for a bit by now.

As I forced my eyes to open I was blinded by the sunlight seeping through the window. Squinting away I rolled to my side only to wince slightly from where the stitches were still woven through my tattered skin.

Forcing myself into a sitting position I brought my legs over the side of the bed before my feet touched the ground.

Unlike my dream of the past, the floor held a warmth to it. Stretching out my toes I slowly stood myself up. Sore from whatever position I managed to sleep in I stretched out my back only to hear a loud popping sound that made me sigh out in relief.

Trudging myself into the bathroom, not bothering to turn the light on just yet, I relieved my aching bladder before standing in front of the sink to look up into the mirror.

My hair was atro