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THE NEXT DAY...

The morning sun illuminated the room, striking the black tables and chairs that stood out against the white background of the walls, creating a contrast that the owner of the room especially liked.

The morning sun illuminated the room, striking the black tables and chairs that stood out against the white background of the walls, creating a contrast that the owner of the room especially liked

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However, that morning, the young third year student, Amelie Longbotton, was too angry to notice those little details that, most of the time, made her smile and start the day with good humor.

"It's never going to stop!" She though as she glared at the door of the spacious bedroom.

The motive behind her bad mood was her own rommate. 

Her friend since the first day of school, three years ago, had spent the whole night with the music on and the door ajar, which had made the pieces of classical music reach the common room and the young people who, at that moment, were there trying to study for a very important exam.

- "If only she had closed the door" - murmured Amelie as she finished making a ponytail. A couple of seconds later, she turned towards the bed in which, still asleep, was her "fellow study partner" - "she almost ruined everything... even after I told her that he was going to come! "

With her feet in thin silk stockings, the young woman smiled as she saw the handsome face of the young man who, for a few months, had become a special friend. A completely different friend than the one she had had before, and that almost ended her future and everything for what she had been fighting for all her life.

"If only I had been smarter," Amelie scolded herself as she sighed sadly, "if only I had noticed it before..., I could have intervened and things never would have ended like it did".

- " Is something wrong?" - A male voice asked a few inches from her ear - "You look worried."

Amelie shook her head while smiling, letting Pack pull her to him and onto the soft dark sheets.

- "It's nothing, I was just thinking..." - the girl replied with a soft giggle.

Pack nodded while, with a sly smile on his face, stood on top of her.

- "It's still early" - he muttered as he leaned over and began to deposit several kisses on her neck.

Amelie smiled and move her head slightly to give him more space.




Meanwhile, in the room next to Amelie's, a music chain was lit in front of an unmade bed that was, partially occupied, by a young woman who, with her eyes open, looked without seeing the curtains that were swaying because of the morning breeze.

Her legs, completely bare, fell over the edge of the mattress while one of her hands was still placed on the covers of the book she had been reading and that, face down and with the pages slightly bent, indicated that something had happened.

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