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୨⎯ " Ȥԋҽɳყα'ʂ ΡσƲ " ⎯୧
"........,"
- Ugh, my head... it hurts.
The dull, relentless pounding behind my eyes felt like a sledgehammer, and for a fleeting moment, I wished for an end to it all - a peaceful void where this pain didn't exist.
I groaned, the sound slipping out before I could stop it, the ache only growing sharper as I blinked my way back into consciousness.
The world around me was a blur at first, and yet, amidst the haze, there was a softness beneath me, warm, inviting, and familiar.
- Someone's lap.
'Anastasiya...?' (Anastasia...?')
My heart lurched, a sudden, bitter wave of both guilt and disgust washing over me.
'Chto ona... delayet zdes'? Razve ona ne dolzhna byt' so svoim parnem seychas...?' (What is she... doing here? Shouldn't she be with her boyfriend now...?)
Not Anastasia... Anastasia... what had I done?
- No... No... No!
'My... eto sdelali...?' (Did we...?)
But no, of course.
She wasn't here.
- Why...?
Then again, she hadn't been "here" in a long time, had she? I almost laughed - bitter, empty laughter at how far we'd fallen.
It took me a moment to process where I actually was.
'Ah... '
Then, I looked up and froze.
It wasn't her, as expected.
It was... [Your Name].
His presence filled the air like a balm, cutting through the pain, and when I blinked again, my eyes locked onto... him.
Of course, it was him.
My chest tightened, every beat of my heart slow, deliberate, almost painful as I stared.
He sat there so peacefully, as though the world hadn't gone to hell around us, as though the end of it hadn't robbed him of peace, as though none of the madness we'd been through in these last few days... mattered.
His face, so calm, made my pulse stutter.
His (E/C) eyes were closed, lashes long and dark, framing the perfect curve of his eyelids.
Even now, with chaos and desperation displayed all around for us to see, there was something about him - his very presence - that brought a strange sense of peace.
But it was fleeting.
'Anastasiya dolzhna byla byt' toy.' (Anastasia should have been the one).
The thought clawed at my mind.
'Ona dolzhna byla byt'...' (She was supposed to be...)
But I stopped myself.
No.
There was no point in thinking about her.
Not here, not now.
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