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Author: Monellawrites
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Aria

As I woke the morning filtered through the curtains. I stood up, rubbing away the sleep that still lingered in my eyes. And when I looked to my side, Kol wasn’t there.

I turned under the covers with my hand reaching out to his spot, only to find cold sheet. I felt sick, a little ache below my ribs. He hadn’t come to bed last night.

Sliding from the sheets, I went towards Emory’s room. His door was partly opened and his nightlight was on. I peeped in.

I saw him curled up in his blankets with his little hands clasping the carved wooden wolf which Kol had given him. His chest heaved evenly. Peaceful.

But why didn’t Kol come back? I leaned against the doorway, watching the boy sleep.

Then I felt a shallow ache in my chest. I’d seen this before. Kol withdrawing. Pulling into himself. Is he overwhelmed? Is he regretting this?

I tried to shake the thoughts, but they clung heavily to me.

I headed toward the infirmary, my excuse being Emory’s medical chart. But truthfully, I needed clari
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