The world is cruel. Your very last thought before you slip away. When you wake again, you see me. Unsure of where you are, it seems as if you are missing all memories of what brought you here. You look at me for a moment longer before sitting up, your expression cold and desolate. You look around before your eyes meet mine again. I look back at you and remain silent for another moment. I try to pull myself together. Do. Your. Job. I force myself to give you a smile.
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