Slowly, eyelids began opening, showing a pair of dark brown eyes that hid underneath them. Her brows furrowed, annoyed at the dream she had.
Actually, it was more likely to be called a nightmare of a memory. Memorial nightmare, perhaps? Nightmarish memory.
Either way, it didn't matter. That sleep didn't give her any rest at all, instead it made her even more exhausted than she already was.
Looking out the window, she saw that the rain had finally stopped pouring, but the dullness of the heavens didn't dwindle. It was as if nature itself knew of her current mood and was living by it.
Now, even as she tried to force herself to sleep, the impending thought if having her worst memories being pulled up from her subconscious stopped her from getting to snooze a tad bit more. Now, she was wide awake.
And with once simple flick of an eye, her attention was back on the box.
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Heartbreak For One
Historia CortaOh, what greater pain is there than to love someone and get heartbroken over them... Despite them never knowing. A short story of grief. One from personal events.
