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It still does. I lied, alright? I lied that I was fine with it already. I lied when I said that I am okay and that I am not bothered by it anymore. Because the truth is I am bothered by it, and I am not okay with it. I still am not. And I hate myself for that. But I am also tired. I am tired of hating my parents, Luke, and everyone that's been shitting on my life. I am tired, and I feel like I am already drained of...just everything. And I wanted to just take a damn rest already.

A weariness settled upon me, the toll of the emotional rollercoaster we had been on. I let out a soft sigh, feeling the exhaustion seep into my bones. "Levi," I whispered, my voice tinged with a mixture of fatigue and hunger, "I think I need to rest and replenish myself. A warm bath and a good meal sound like a remedy for my weary soul."

"At the end of this vacation, once we are back at Long Beach. I want to tell you something." "Okay, sure, but why couldn't you tell me right now?" "Because," then I growled as I tensed up. "Just because, sheesh." My head is aching, and I want to enjoy my day and sleep because I feel exhausted when I don't do anything, and Liam is ticking me off again. I guess my laziness disease has started kicking, and not only because of that, but the baby is like sucking my energy. Thanks a lot, bunny.

"This seriously is a lot of work," I state with a sigh that's long as the list of things I need to do. "Yeah," says Hala, "I'm not sure which is worse. The fact that I'm winded already, or that I have to still keep doing this."

SERENA'S POV School activities have settled back into their usual rhythm, and everything seems normal again—at least on the surface. As the day crawls to an end, exhaustion weighs heavily on me. My mind is completely drained from the relentless workload, the never-ending assignments, and the overwhelming pressure of studying. Each subject feels like an uphill battle, and my brain screams for a break.

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples, the dull ache of exhaustion throbbing behind my eyes. The picture on my desk, of him and Elena, still sat there, a silent, irritating presence. Milan. Fabric sourcing. Another crisis, another deadline. She stopped in front of my desk, her expression softening, the playful energy replaced by a look of genuine concern. She sat down on the edge of my desk, her legs swinging slightly. “Leila,” she said, her voice serious now. “Aren’t you tired of all this?” “It’s my job, Soph,” I said, gesturing vaguely to the piles of work.

I am not yet ready to tell her everything because everytime I think of Kalex did say yesterday feels so awkward. Who wouldn’t feel awkward when someone just said to you that you were his adrenaline? Gross! Yuck! It gives creeps the hell outa me. “PREEEEEESSSSSSSLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY!” Zaina shouted at the top of her lungs. “Fifty!” I shouted back and slammed myself on the ground after my last lapses of running. I breathe heavily, sweats dripping down coming from my forehead and now my whole body. Tiredness wraps me and I just wanna rest the whole day. My body was aching and my feet surely lose its stamina to move along.

Sandra's pov… "Gosh! I feel so tired and exhausted, those lectures are now bombarding with assignments and bringing in new topics because exams are starting next week. They have been so lazy for months and we are the ones suffering the consequences," Avery complained as she stretched her body tiredly and I chuckled. "We have got no choice, in less than two years, we will be done with this fucken school." "I just can't wait," Avery threw her hands up in the air with a funny expression and I laughed.

Chapter 41 Celene pov “Argh I am so tired nikka,” my screams are muffled by my pillow, as I grieve over the past week's incident, “Each day grows more exhausting from the last. I just can't deal. I don't think I even want to leave my room ever again.”

He remains standing, head bowed, and waiting for more from me. But I have no more energy to give. This new revelation is a proof of another lie. How much more truths and lies are there? How much more are there to discover? It’s exhausting. My heart is tired. My mind is fried. I’m so done.