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Rosalie

I woke up to a blinding light coming through the window. Blinking in the early morning sun, using my own hand to shield my eyes from the blinding sun.

As my body caught up with the rude awakening, I slowly became more aware of the ache radiating through my body. Every inch from my neck down to my pelvis felt abused.

My mind slowly caught up with itself. And for a moment in a blind panic, I realised what happened the day before.

Sitting up with a start, looking over to the empty side of the bed.

He was gone. Landon was not there. I reached out a hand and felt the sheets. They were cold. He had been gone for some time.

Wrapping my bedsheet about my naked body, taking in the wrecked bookcase, the contents now littered over the bedroom floor, I moved to the mirror. Taking in my apparent, “just fucked” appearance. My hair held an uncanny resemblance to a bird’s nest, my lips puffy and red. I should have been aware of how fragile my human body was without the protection and healing
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