𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 [peso pluma]

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por las noches ; peso pluma

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1:02 ──ㅇ───── 3:58

"y pensar, que tú ya no vas a estar, pasará, solito me dejará, intentar, solo un beso y tú te vas

de mi vida, como tú no hay nadie más, no hay nadie más.

june 13th, 2021 ; 12:58pm

Celine slowly began to wake up to the sound of knocking. Natanael's voice filtered through the door, "Celi, are you awake?" The words were muffled, and she groaned, rubbing her eyes, feeling her head already pounding. As she sat up, she called Nata in, "Come in."

The door opened slowly, and Natanael stepped into the room, holding a cup of water. The morning light streaming in from the window highlighted his concerned expression. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" he asked, his tone gentle.

"Yes, unfortunately. Why did you?" She made a sad face, her voice hoarse from sleep. He chuckled softly at her.

"You've been asleep for like 10 hours, Celine," he remarked, moving closer to the edge of the bed.

She ignored his comment. "Me duele la cabeza." [My head hurts] she complained, holding her temples.

Natanael handed her the water and motioned for her to open her hand. He dropped a couple of pain relievers into her palm. "Estos ayudarán." [These will help.]

She quickly swallowed the pills, gulping down the water. Natanael ruffled her hair as he sat next to her. "How did you sleep?"

Celine slapped his hand away, swallowing the last bit of water. Before she could respond, a rustling sound came from behind them on the bed. They both turned their heads, confusion etched on their faces. Suddenly, everything came rushing back to Celine, and she realized what the sound was—she must have fallen asleep on the phone with Hassan. Her headache became ten times worse as reality sank in.