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(Eclipse's pov)

     I am back in my own room,
for the first time in over a week.
I needed the change of scenery, and a social pause.

     It's like my emotions are still loading, and I'm left numb.
     I should be happier.
Lunar is alive, but I can't sense that  glow anywhere.
  Why am I still grieving for someone who isn’t even dead?

It will all process soon, I hope.

In the meantime, I want to be alone. I want some time.
     I want them to have their time.

I collapse onto my own  bed, and feel the springs creak beneath me. It usually feels unnaturally empty here, but today it is almost comforting.
     Sitting on a lone shelf, a soft, yellow-plush star, accented in aqua and violet.
     My first day at work, and it was left by one of the children. We never found them to return it, and I like to think, even now, whoever it was, left it for me.
I pull it down and hold it.
     I curl up on the mattress, making myself as small as I possibly can, hidden in a pile of assorted blankets.
     I clench it tightly to my chest.
It feels warm, and it reminds me of the other things that mattered, once.
That will never really matter again.
     This will pass.

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