I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the curtains, warm and far too bright for the amount of sleep I got. Everything started to come back to my mind. The video call. Cole. Everything rushed to my mind.
A part of me wanted to overanalyze every second of that conversation, his words, his slurred words, the way he looked at me like I was the only real thing in that chaotic party. But another part of me... was just tired. Tired of feeling things I wasn't supposed to feel. Tired of the confusion. Of the quiet hope I didn't want to admit was still there.
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