NARRATIVE “Mia, I’m sorry I’m late.” On hearing the soothing, very familiar voice, Mia couldn’t help but look at his face again. “Clarion,” she sobbed. “How are you here?” Clarion smiled and squat before her. “I’m so sorry about your grandpa’s death. I’m sorry you had to go through this again.” He reached out his arms around her and pulled her to him. And once again, Mia found herself sobbing so uncontrollably, even more than ever before.FLASHBACK…Several minutes ago... In an exquisite Villa at the southern end of the city, in the early hours of the day, Melody hurried into the living room, a small bottle in her hand. "The fuck Lark!" She exclaims immediately she sighted him still curled up on the couch, lost once more in his dream land. "Will you get that ass off that couch instantly?! We've not seen or heard from Mia yet!" She hurries over and swats his back slightly. "Uh? Uhmm." Lark groaned in his sleep, slowly trying to open his eyes. "Gosh, babeee!" Mel
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