Danielle POV~ After months of therapy, I've accepted the fact that Alexander is not coming back. I haven't fully accepted that he is dead yet, but I know that day will come. I sighed and opened my eyes staring at my painfully white ceiling. As I sat up, I clutched my head as the room started reeling. I groaned and slightly bent over and muttered " Jesus Christ" As the swirling sensation past, I carefully got up, and picked out my outfit for the day which consisted of a dark grey hoodie, a pair of black jeans, and white shoes. I fish-tail braided my hair over my right should and slipped on my light grey beanie.
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I opened my door, quickly and quietly padded downstairs. I unplugged my phone from the charger, and and opened it as I leaned against the kitchen counter it was charging on. I scrolled through twitter and instagram before pocketing it, and making myself a bowl of cereal.
~ half hour time skip ~ I sighed as I plopped onto the couch, and switched on the TV.
