u know, a part of me is thankful for corona
because it's given me so much time to write lol
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chapter 33 ~ crying gives you a headache, trust me, i would know
ADRIENNE
When I finally opened my eyes, I could immediately feel the throbbing pain inside my head.
Was I hung over? Did I drink last night even though I know that I'm underage?
After glancing at my night table and seeing the pile of used tissues, I remembered all that had happened.
Kai left.
Again.
Even though I didn't like him in a romantic way anymore, he was still an important person in my life, if not one of the most important. Him leaving the same way he did before hurt like hell.
Other than the pain of being left behind, I felt another feeling.
Regret.
I wished I told him about how important he was to me. I wished I told him about my true feelings. I wished I had a chance to tell him a proper goodbye.
Trying to numb the ache in my head, I closed my eyes and dozed off.
* * *
"Adrienne."
"Adrienne."
"Adrienne!"
"Yes?" I answer, rubbing my eyes as they finally open.
"Are you okay, A?" I open my eyes to see my mom looking at me with a concerned look.
"Y-yeah, I just have a really bad headache." I groan.
"Take a sick day, and get some rest." She tells me before kissing my forehead and leaving for work. After she leaves, I close my eyes and go back to sleep.
* * *
Maybe I had a dream. Maybe I had a nightmare.
All I knew was that the sound of my doorbell going off woke me up from my slumber.
"Who could it be?" I groan as I check the clock to see that it was only 11:00 in the morning. Deciding to ignore the shrill sound, I shut my eyes again.
However, less than a minute passed before the doorbell rang again.
"Dang, they're sure persistent." I think as I pull myself out of bed. Putting on an oversized hoodie, I exit the room. The doorbell went off another two times before I finally opened the door.
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