When I woke up, the world was quieter. Not silent- just... softer. I blinked slowly, adjusting to the morning light pouring in through the pale blue curtains. My chest felt tight, my eyes heavy and swollen from crying in my sleep. My body ached, but in a dull, distant kind of way- like the pain had pulled back just enough to let me breathe. My mom was curled up on the narrow armchair besides my bed, one leg tucked under her, her cheek presses into her palm. Her head tilted slightly towards me, and I could see how uncomfortable she must must have been all night- still in her yesterday's clothes, her hand resting near mine, like she'd been holding it only let go once I'd fallen asleep. She looked exhausted. Fragile, even. There were dark circles under her eyes, and a faint line between her brows that hadn't been there, that's something new. She started to look like this is a few months ago. Did I cause it. I was busy think
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