I felt my hand against the bunch of roses just at my nightstand, with curious eyes before I caught a letter attached to it.
"From Sarah" I muttered, I remembered when Vanessa told me back at the hospital, that Faes gifting flowers was a way of apology from them. She must be seeking my approval, I sighed deeply. Maybe at school, I would probably talk to her, to put her at ease that I was no longer thinking about what she did back at the mall, after all, it was forgotten and a long story for me.
I have already forgiven her… that was the kinda person I was, the fresher the memory the deeper the pain, but long it happened, I was already letting it go.
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At the sound of my alarm I jolted awake, groaning and rubbing my eyes, before tapping for my glasses, how did my room get so dirty? I felt sand? I finally found my glasses, putting them on, my eyes adjusted, hoping to figure out what made my room so dirty overnight but I found myself in the woods.
