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A Difference

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-12-13 22:19:17

HAZEL

I don’t even have the strength to do my usual bedtime routine. I pull on the teddy pyjamas and crawl under the covers. The last thing I want is another conversation.

Of course, when Angela comes back, she lightly touches me. I stir up and give her a look that clearly says, 'Don't push me.'

She sets a tray on the nightstand. “I brought you some soup. Eat it, it’ll make you feel a lot better.”

I want to be mad at her. I do. But I end up crying again.

Angela places the bowl on my lap, adjusts the pillow behind my back, making me sit up like a child. It reminds me of the time she found me after I encountered Luca in those woods… how she took care of me then. And here she is, doing it again.

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper.

She frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… why are you here? Why are you taking care of me right now?”

She frowns for a second, takes longer than I expect, and finally says, “I’m doing my job.”

Well, that hurts.

But I don’t tell her that. Instead, I say, “Hmm. O
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