Third person's povAiden looked out of the window, staring at the dim sunlight, he gripped on a cup of tea he hadn't sipped from since it was poured into his cup. He felt good for the first time in days, most of the time it was him battling with his unconsciousness, others were waking up and trying to figure out which was which. There was no denying that a certain kind of weight had been lifted from his chest, though a bandage to ease pain was wrapped around his body, he was more worried about the injury of his mind rather than the injury on his chest. Finally he brought the cup to his lips and took a sip out of the cold tea, drumming his fingers on the table. He chuckled to himself as he recalled all the feelings he had now been accustomed to feel. Happy memories with his mother, with Elara and other memories from his normal life. Suddenly the toaster pinged. He moved around the kitchen, reaching for an empty plate and moving towards the toaster. As he took out the toasts, ano
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