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I rub my eyes fiercely. My hands quickly move up to make my messy hair.
"Aiden, you okay?" It's Eira standing in front of me with genuinely concerned eyes.
She gives me a hand and I take it. She lifts me up with both her hands shooing the slightest grogginess away.
And as soon as I am completely awake, I ask her, "Are you okay?"
She doesn't answer. "What the hell are you doing here?" she questions back with aggression.
I don't answer either, "Your home is somewhere here?"
Are we both in a questionnaire with no answers?
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Blue
Short StoryHer solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow.. He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand. When their paths meet, will the blood be...
