AURELIA

The next day, I woke up feeling lightheaded. Soft rays of sunlight filter through the blinds of the open window, caressing my face and stirring me awake.

I drowsily rose from the bed, a small yawn escaping my lips as I stretched my limbs.

I slumped back on the bed, my bones aching with fatigue as I combed my hair with my fingers.

I freeze in place as I notice the bandages around my wrists, my eyes widening in realization as the events of last night dawn upon me.

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