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Lessia's POV

My head was getting dizzy from staring all day at the four corners of my room, and then at the ceiling.

Occasionally I would stare outside the window to get some fresh air that the room couldn't provide, then I'd get bored and tired again, and then go lay on the bed once more to stare at the window.

All this, I was willing to go through so I wouldn't have to see Kian. To me it was far more worth while than having to walk on egg shells just because he was around. At first I had laid down on the bed, then started crafting for myself, very amazing situations with my imagination.

I had done that before I finally got the gist that I was really just talking to myself and there was no sadder thing than that.

For a change, as if I were being pulled towards the door to perhaps, step outside, I made a break for the door, and stood there, looking at it, contemplating if I should really just step outside and ignore Kian's existence as much as I could. But I doubted that I could re