The curtains fluttered softly as you closed your computer, massaging your temple. For some stupid hunch, you’ve pushed past your time of rest, and you hate yourself for it. When you laid your head on the pillow, you truly considered if it was your soulmate. Half of the world, gone in a flash; there was a chance you had one. Those soft feelings like wind on your face materialized and a new, soft breath brushed your face. Akaya, resting on the bed beside you.
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