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In Mourning
We don’t sleep for long. At least I can’t. Cyrus is still sound asleep next to me as I already open my eyes. I take a deep breath, almost unable to believe that I get to see another day. After yesterday … It’s a miracle that half of us are still alive. I slowly slip out of my bed, putting my feet on the ground as silently as I can. I don’t want to wake Cyrus up. At least one of us can get some rest. Still, I don’t entirely feel like a train just ran me over. I don’t exactly feel amazing, but I don’t feel that bad either. Before I’m even able to make a few steps away from the bed, I already hear my boyfriend saying: “Good morning.” I freeze and turn around with a sheepish expression on my face. “Good morning. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” I apologize, while he sits up in bed
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