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My eyelid fluttered to the loud sound of the keys. I trailed my head slowly and it met green ones.

The small light of the morning sun peeking from the window glazed her face, and I noticed how tired she looked. She must have been worried.

“Azi—”

Her arms wrapped around me even before I could finish.

The tears behind her eyes fell freely, and my heart squeezed.

“Why are you crying?” I whispered, wiping the warm liquid from her face.

She glanced back, then to me.

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