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VALENTINE'S MORNING

Author: Caroluchy
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-30 23:26:05

Charlotte’s POV

The morning light crept in gently through the curtains, brushing across my face and stirring me from a restless sleep.

I opened my eyes slowly, the weight of guilt sinking into my chest almost immediately.

Even though I had cried, cursed Leo for manipulating me, and told myself I regretted ever crossing paths with him, a small part of me still trusted him.

No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, that stubborn corner of my heart still wanted to hear his side of the story.

At the same time, I never wanted to see him again.

I sighed and sat up, my limbs heavy from the sleepless night. My gaze drifted around the room—Angela and Olive were still asleep.

Angela lay curled into herself, her breathing soft and steady, while Olive snored beside me, mouth slightly open, one arm flung over her face as if the sunlight had personally insulted her.

I rubbed my face, hoping to scrub away the confusion along with the sleep crusting my eyes.

It didn’t work.

The room was d
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