'I am your younger sister...'
Timothy abruptly sat up, as he was breathing hard as if he just came from a marathon.
"Nathalie..."
He muttered, in his dream Nathalie was still the young child he remembered, she was smiling at him and saying that she was his younger sister as if scolding him.
It took him a while before he realised that he was in his bed and all lights were off.
'Where's Amber?' he thought before checking the time.
It was already, 2 in the morning. He had been asleep for four hours now.
He stood up to make himself some coffee for he felt like the whole world is shaking, it had been so long since he last drank to the point of passing out.
And almost every time he did in the past, it was always Nathalie whom he would remember.
"How is that girl I wonder?" he muttered as he sighed.
The whole place was clean, there were no bottles and he was in his bed, 'Then how did she carry me to bed?'
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