At the same time, Amalia had just returned to her room from the washroom. After splashing cold water on her face, she felt more awake, but the acidity in her stomach hadn't lessened at all.
Feeling her steps a bit unsteady, Amalia slumped onto the bed. Hearing the noise, Auri jumped out of the cat bed and onto the girl's legs.
"I'm fine."
Seeing the orange cat, Amalia spoke softly, as if talking to the cat, or perhaps reassuring herself.
Lying back on the bed, the right side of the bed was empty, with nothing there.
Perhaps the night amplified the growth of negative emotions. At times like this, time always seemed particularly hard to endure.
Glancing at the clock, 12:10, Amalia hugged the soft pillow again, burying her head in the fabric.
The sense of fullness in her arms made it feel as if Livia had never left.
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