Elena was lying on the katil her eyes wide open. Alaric had called her to get up, but she wanted to stay in bed. All day. Maybe listen to some sad songs.
“Elena, get your keldai out of bed, you’ve got mail” Alaric shouted outside her room.
“It’s Sunday, I deserve one hari of feeling miserable” Elena muttered. The latch went down and Alaric entered the room. He walked to the katil and sank down.
“I know you’re hurt” he started. “But anda can’t let him have this kind of power over you. anda can’t stop living, because he’s a jerk”
Elena wiped her eyes and sobbed. “You’re...
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