Blurred.
That's how I always feel when I wake up.
"Haven, how does it feel?"
I turn my head and see Archer sitting at the corner of my bed.
"What do you mean?"
"I know you keep going back to that moment, but maybe if you didn't blame yourself and hurting yourse-"
"I deserve it Archer. It's my fault she fell. I didn't catch her like I always did," I cut him off sternly.
He decided to stop there which was good because I would've shut everybody off like I always do when they insist it wasn't my fault. Because it was. It still is.
"Do you wanna go eat downstairs?"
My stomach grumbles a disgusting noise.
"Yes," I blushed.
Archer laughed one of his famous groggy laughs in the morning. He rakes through his untamable brown locks.
"Let's go eat my delicious but equally shitty omelettes!"
"Hell yeah!"
We stumbled down the stairs.
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