HAZEL’S POVMy heart raced as I stood in front of the mirror. I knew I was staring at the mirror, but my reflection was blurred. My face looked blurry, but I could still see the black, plain dress I had on, through my reflection.Why was my head a mess? Was it because the burial was today?I exhaled, my racing heart thumping harder in my chest. I could not understand why anxiety was so rampant in me. Why should I be anxious? It was just the funeral and nothing more. I walked away from the mirror and began to pace around.“Dress check, jewelry check, um bag...”I looked to my arm and my bag was no where to be found. Where was my shoulder purse? I looked around the room, the bed and to every single place I could’ve possibly kept it, but my bag was nowhere in sight.Why did I put it?I began to head to the wardrobe, when Killian pulled me back.“Hazel, you forgot your earring,” He said, as he turned me to face him.I frowned, and touched my ear. That was when my eyes went wide. An earrin
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