145: You'll have your ashes

Cora’s POV

I woke up to a throbbing pain in my arm because of how I’d slept the night before. I’d been scribbling down a poem to calm my nerves the night before and I’d gotten stuck on the fourth line, and then nothing else made sense after that.

A while after my creative block struck, I’d started to feel sleepy but I didn’t get up from my desk because I hated to leave the poem unfinished. Well, nature bit me in the ass and I fell asleep with my arm under my head while seated in an incredibly uncomfortable position.

Awakening with a throbbing pain was the least of my problems though, and I’d now decided that I very much hated the poem I’d written so I tore off the paper, squeezed it into a ball and threw it in the bin.

“Good morning, wildcat,” Kai’s voice seeped through the door to indicate that he’d not left my door all night.

It must’ve been how the paper hit the bin that alerted him of my being awake, and now I was contemplating retrieving the poem and using the lines to end him in