Elena was lying on the giường her eyes wide open. Alaric had called her to get up, but she wanted to stay in bed. All day. Maybe listen to some sad songs.
“Elena, get your đít, mông, ass out of bed, you’ve got mail” Alaric shouted outside her room.
“It’s Sunday, I deserve one ngày of feeling miserable” Elena muttered. The latch went down and Alaric entered the room. He walked to the giường and sank down.
“I know you’re hurt” he started. “But bạn can’t let him have this kind of power over you. bạn can’t stop living, because he’s a jerk”
Elena wiped her eyes and sobbed. “You’re...
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