c.6-Moving On

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Savannah

I wake up in Preston's arms. Carefully, trying not to wake him up, I sit up. I slip my feet into my slippers, and head to the kitchen, to make omelets and toast. A few moments later, Preston enters the room, with his disheveled hair. I give him a faint grin.

"Hey," he murmurs.

"Good morning," I reply. "How was your sleep?"

"Better when you came. You?"

"Fine. Preston?" I ask.

"Yeah?"

"I think it's time to move on from Kenny's death."

"Already?" he seems surprised.

"It's weighing you down," I explain.

"I guess," he looks down warily.

"Come on, I made you an omelet," I say, and he takes the omelet. We sit next to each other, at my counter, eating in silence.

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ik... hate me because it's short! But I'm losing inspiration towards this story, and don't know what to do... please give me suggestions! D:

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