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Chapter Fifty-Two
Valentine
“Finally,” I let out a heavy breath of relief as I took a sip of my coffee. I closed all of the applications and eventually shut down the computer. I’ve already finished all of my reports this week and it’s such a breath of relief to think that I don’t have anything to rush next week. I’m going to have some fun on my day off and when I say have fun, I mean I really want to rest. This week has been really exhausting for me an
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Valentine“Valentine is that you?” My mom asked as soon as she laid her sight on me.I stared at her and I was frozen for a moment. I don’t even know exactly how to feel. Seeing my mother for the first time since the last time I cursed her and drove her away from the house gave me mixed feelings. There’s a lot of emotion stirring up inside my fickle heart and I’m not sure how to handle it. I don’t think I can face this fiasco that I just purposely dove into at all. I’m going to say it’s pretty clear that I’m not angry anymore however, there are still some needles stuck in my chest.Looking at my birth mother now, she most definitely aged three times than my father did. I’m not trying to judge her for that but the changes on her were strikingly evident that even a youngster could notice at first sight. I stood frozen in front of her for a while long
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ValentineWaking up to see Dominic curled up beside me was the reality that I was expecting, except it turned out to be a fantasy. The other side of the bed was cold and empty, which clearly meant Dominic had gone for several hours. I propped myself out of bed and quickly headed downstairs to check if Dominic had been down there cooking for breakfast or something. That’s what I would do for him, wake up early and prepare for our breakfast together. Maybe he’s doing what I should be doing. When I got to the kitchen, I found not a single soul, and even when I checked every single room that he could be in and yet there’s still no sign of him. I went back to my room, thinking that Dominic could have woke up early and just went home. That’s the only reason I could think of right now. I immediately checked my phone, hoping that he’d left me a message, but he didn’t. I’m unwilling to feel it, but I felt terribly c
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