Echoes of Uncertainty

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In the hazy light of dawn, I stirred from my fitful slumber, the remnants of dreams and nightmares clinging to the edges of my consciousness. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up, the weight of the previous day's events settling heavy on my shoulders.

The memories flooded back in fragments, a jumble of tears, confessions, and laughter echoing in my mind like distant echoes. It all felt surreal, as if I had stumbled into someone else's life and been swept along by forces beyond my control.

As I dragged myself off the couch, I stumbled into the kitchen, the aroma of coffee greeting me like an old friend, wrapping around me in a comforting embrace. Sarah was already there, preparing breakfast.

"Morning, Y/n," she greeted, her smile warm and inviting despite the early hour.

"Morning," I mumbled in reply, my mind still foggy with sleep. "What's on the menu today?"

Sarah gestured to the spread laid out on the table, a tempting array of food that made my stomach rumble in anticipation. "Help yourself."

I nodded gratefully, filling my plate with a little bit of everything as we settled into easy conversation. But despite the warmth of Sarah's presence, a knot of anxiety coiled in the pit of my stomach, threatening to unravel the fragile peace we had found.

As we finished our meal, Sarah turned to me with a thoughtful expression. "So, what's the plan for today, Y/n?"

I hesitated, the weight of my uncertainty pressing down on me like a leaden weight. "I... I think I should probably head home," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah's brow furrowed with concern. "Is everything okay? You seem... tense."

I forced a smile, trying to downplay the turmoil raging inside me. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I have some things I need to take care of."

But as the words left my lips, I knew they were a lie. The truth was, I was terrified of running into Rafe.

Before Sarah could protest, I hastily gathered my things and made for the door.

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A/n: I promise you SMUT is on it's way! Trust the process!

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