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Rosalia’s POV: When I wake up the next morning, he’s already left. Seeing the empty room, I feel a crushing sense of sadness momentarily before I see the note he’d left on the side. Alongside the usual list of chores, he left me a small handwritten message. Stay safe. H. It’s simple enough but the meaning behind it nearly brings tears to my eyes. Dragging myself out of bed, I traipse over to the bathroom and run the shower until the water heats up enough before getting under and letting the hot water relax my sore muscles. Last night’s sleep was wonderful, and I find myself wishing I could go back. Still maybe tonight.. who knows? Getting dried and dressed, I run a brush through my damp hair and tie it back before leaving. However, when I step outside to start work a cold feeling wash