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Florabella sat up in her bed as she awoke, utterly confused as to what happened.

She runs a hand through her frizzy bed head, and she closes her eyes.

The dried tears and broken memories quickly remind her that Mathias, the boy whom she can't bring herself to hate, does not want her. He's still gone.

And she's still broken, laying in bed with nothing but memories and oddly discomforting dreams that only haunt her with this one fact:

It wasn't real.

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