Trepidation
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Última publicación sáb, jul 1, 2017
"You did this, You did this, Its your fault, Its your fault, Why... Why... WHY!?"
(Y/N) suddenly woke up . She kept crying, shivering, and thinking, 'What did I do wrong?'
Then after a few seconds passby, which felt like hours, (Y/N) already forgotten her dream, and to why she is crying.
She looked at her window, seeing its still nighttime. She looked at her clock, "It's too early."
(Y/N) thought she needed more rest, so slowly but surely, bit by bit, (Y/N) fell asleep.
Morning came. (Y/N) prepared herself to get ready for her part time job. As she was changing her clothes, she felt a strike of pain around her waist.
"Ouch-" She looked at it but it doesn't show any signs that it was hurt. And there was it again. 'I felt it again.' Overlooking the pain, (Y/N) continued dressing up.
After a short while, the pain disappeared. 'I guess I didn't had a good nights' rest.' (Y/N) went down stairs to see her brother preparing us breakfast.
"Off to work?" Louis hugged (Y/N) and continued cooking.
"Yep but I wouldn't want to miss breakfast, your food always makes me energize every morning." (Y/N) sat on the chair by the table, looking at Louis.
"Anyways, here. I just finished cooking." Louis untied his apron putting it aside.
"Are you not eating with me?" I asked.
"I have a early meeting, so I have to go. Sorry." Louis tried being reasonable enough to convince (Y/N).
I sighed. "Ok, but be careful on your way to work."
"I will!!" Louis waved good bye to (Y/N), leaving (Y/N) all alone.
"Ouch-" There is it again. Why does it hurt anyway?
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