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Caden awoke eventually and went to the bathroom before hurling the liquor back up. His mind played games with him, him starting to have conversations with himself, see people who weren't there, imagine and debate whether he was real or not, etc. |
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Rose woke early the next morning, coughing without blood but her being terrified the whole time. She walked to the balcony and curled into a ball, bringing her knees up to her chest and crying |
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Caden was lost in thought, letting tears run down his face as he felt as though the world's weight on his shoulders. |
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Rose cried herself to sleep on the balcony, the temperature dropping rapidly |
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Caden eventually shamed himself to stop, getting back to work at his desk. |
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He eventually gave up, going and flopping on the couch before curling up. |
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Rose woke as the sun rose, groaning from her pain and coughing again. She walked inside and downstairs, sitting beside Caden and running her fingers through his hair gently |
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Caden awoke a few minutes later, with a slight jolt from a nightmare before seeing Rose and smiling slightly. "Morning, love." |
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"Morning" She said, her voice thick with pain |
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Morning Rain, with Cooling Temps Later
