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Rosalia’s POV: I wake up the next morning feeling unaware that I’d fallen asleep again. This time, when I’d eventually closed my eyes, I hadn’t been faced with any demons from my nightmares, though I also hadn’t seen any positive bittersweet memories either. Blinking awake clearly, I see I’d fallen asleep with my face leaning on my sketchbook, pencil gripped tightly in my hand. Yawning, I look around. “Morning Rose,” Ash’s voice in the doorway startles me and I jump slightly at his voice. “Still jumpy, huh?” He stays in the doorway and I give him a grateful smile. Or at least I try to, though I can see it doesn’t reach my eyes. “I’d ask if you slept, but something tells me I don’t want to know the answer to that.” I look to the floor with a cheeky half-grin on my face. Probably not, no.