* Miranda *The light near the window had grown warmer, but my skin felt strangely cold beneath it. I'm not feeling one hundred percent my usual self today.At first, it was only a faint unease, a heaviness low in my stomach, a quiet pressure that did not belong to hunger or fatigue, it was something different. I pressed my palm there absently, as if touch might explain what thought could not.Something was... different in me.I rose from the chair too quickly. The room tilted, soft at the edges. My breath shortened with just that. A sharp wave climbed my throat without warning.I barely reached the washroom as I struggled to get inside as fast as I could.The sound of retching broke the fragile quiet of the morning. My hands clutched the porcelain, fingers trembling, my body folding in on itself as another wave seized me. There was nothing graceful in it, only helplessness and heat behind my eyes.When it passed, I remained there, my forehead resting against the cool edge of the basi
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