𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 [peso pluma]

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so long, london ; taylor swift

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"so how much sad did you think i had, did you think i had in me? how much tragedy?

just how low did you think i'd go; before i'd self-implode, before i'd have to go be free"

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The next morning, Celine stirred awake, momentarily disoriented by the warm presence beside her. As she glanced over, expecting to see Hassan, the events from the previous night flooded back as she saw Nata, and she muttered a soft curse word under her breath. She sat up carefully, feeling the ache in her body as she moved.

Beside her, Nata stirred, his arm sliding off her shoulders as he shifted in his sleep. Celine carefully maneuvered herself over his sleeping form, wincing as her knees protested the movement. She could feel the remnants of last night's headache pulsing in her temples as she made her way to find her phone.

In the dim morning light, she spotted her purse on the floor, and after a brief search, she retrieved her phone. With a grimace, she realized it was still dead. Plugging it in, she set it on the nightstand, hoping that Hassan hadn't tried to contact her while she slept.

Celine left her room momentarily, her steps careful as she made her way to the kitchen for a glass of water and some pain medication. The cool water was soothing against her dry throat as she swallowed the pills, chasing away the lingering discomfort.

Returning to her room, she noticed her phone's screen lighting up, indicating a missed notification. Her brows furrowed as she checked, relieved to see it was just Brenda checking in on her. She quickly responded, assuring her that she was fine and promising to explain everything later.

The sound of shuffling drew her attention, and she looked up to see Nata slowly waking, stretching his limbs with a yawn. He rubbed his eyes before meeting her gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. "Buenas días," he greeted her softly.

Celine sent him a smile back in response. "Buenas días," she replied, offering him a glass of water. "Thanks, but shouldn't you be the one drinking water after how much tequila you had last night?" Nata teased gently, a soft laugh escaping him.

Celine shot him a playful look, pointing to her own glass of water on the dresser. "I am!" she retorted, her tone light despite the heaviness of the previous night's events.

The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow in Celine's room as she pondered the events of the night before. Her phone buzzed with notifications, but she ignored them for the moment, lost in her thoughts.