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A Bruised Soul
SCHOOL HAD ENDED AN HOUR AGO; after having to pick herself up from whatever that was, her day went by pretty quickly. The moment she had come home, her feet had made her go into her room. Avoiding the two people she loved so much, but she felt drained.
Her mind raced with theories about where the burning pain came from, but initially, her mind constantly came up black. Maybe she was ill, had food poisoning or stress. Stress was the one number one on her list. For the past two days, that's all she's felt.
Stress and panic, fear consumed her entity. Everything felt so off, she felt off, and now her body was failing her.
What else was there for her to experience? From the unknown suspect of someone breaking into her room to finally finding out the actual name of her mysterious mate.
Her body collapsed on her mattress, her face smudged into the softness of her duvet cover. It constricted her brea
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