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SEVENTY-SEVEN

THE PAST

Giordana.

An aching head and body were not what I planned to wake up to, however, what should I have expected when my night was for crying instead of sleeping like normal people?

My friends left after consoling me, while Philip was nowhere to be found. I was already getting anxious but I calmed a bit when he came back. I honestly thought he left for good.

I was curious about the plaster on his face but I hadn't asked about it yet.

Two weeks and none of them had brought up the issue until today.

After the meeting, I tried to drag myself to the staircase but walking alone was proving to be a hard task gradually.

My steps were halted when I heard a crack sound behind me. I turned to meet the ashen face of Philip.

I have never seen him so pale before. This was a first.

He looked like a sta

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