Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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I stood in the shower enclosure and observed my unstable emotions.
I was drifting between the urge to weep, break something, scream, and laugh uncontrollably out of sheer helplessness. How can I be a slave to my memories? Why can't I shake it off?
Scenes flashed in front of my eyes and it all felt real, like it's happening right now, and I was unable to snap out of it. I saw faces, heard voices, smelled perfume from the girls in front of me… the unpleasant scent of fried sausages from the university's cafeteria… uncomfortable heat of the sun during physical education… the chill of raindrops that hit me when I forgot my umbrella and I had to switch buildings for my next class in the second year of college.
The one common thing among all of those was that Duke was not present and I was reminded of his absence in my life.
