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I had received a text from Leo. Leo: Just letting you know that I have arrived. I'll call tomorrow, love you lots. I picked up my phone and began writing a text to reply with. Me: Okay, have fun doing whatever you do down there. Love you too. Leo: It's 1:30 am. Why are you still awake? You need your sleep. He has a point. Why am I still awake? Me: Your Mom gave me a book and it's a real page-turner. Just one more chapter I promise.

With shaking hands, I turned off the laptop and went to pack up my things. Only then did I realize that I'd bought most of my stuff in pairs. Only I used them, though; Harold never used the items I'd prepared for him. He was obviously cold to me, but I'd always ignored those subtle signs. I tossed all the matching couple stuff into the bin and packed everything else before texting my best friend, Jane Ramsey. "Do you want to meet up tonight?" I would be heading to the mountains as part of an aid group later, so I wouldn't get to see her for a long time. I decided that I should say goodbye to her properly.

No, the was only the soft breathing of deep sleep from upstairs and the shallow gasps of our housekeeper weeping silently-she must be getting soft in her old age-and the slow swing of something heavy through the air. Swish. Swish. Had someone left a window open, it was coming from our small library, my favourite room in the whole house. Or maybe father had finally managed to fix the grandfather clock that had been sitting in the room for as long as I can remember. I decided on see the library one last time before the slaughter continued. Perhaps I’d even keep my favourite book of poems, a reminder of where I’d come from and what had been done to me by the people I thought I could trust, by t

Aurora’s P.O.V I lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. It felt like I hadn't slept in days, but every time I tried to close my eyes, my mind refused to rest. The exhaustion was pulling at me, but it was like I couldn't surrender to it. The small clock on the bedside table ticked away in the silence of the night, each second reminding me of how much I needed sleep. But the minutes stretched on, dragging me deeper into an anxious state, as if the night itself was refusing to let me go.

“And so am I. I’m going to bed. Sleep tight, guys.” They murmur their goodnights as I swing my velvet curtain shut and flop onto my bed in despair, burying my face into my pillow. “Whoa,” I hear Jesse’s voice say out in the room as the bathroom door creeks open. “Where did everyone go?” Predictably, it takes me forever to fall asleep, not least because Jesse, Ben, and Rafe stay up for a while, talking softly. I get changed into the pajamas that Daphne thoughtfully packed into my uniform box and re-braid my hair once it’s dry, but it’s the Chemistry book, in the end, which really does the trick.

Ruelle I was so close to finishing the book that I couldn’t bring myself to rest, even though it was already late at night. There were lives at stake. That wasn’t something I could ignore, not when the answers that might save them were sitting right in front of me. So I forced myself to stay awake, keeping the lamp lit as I worked at the small desk in my room. The rest of the estate had long since fallen silent. Everyone else was asleep, leaving me alone with the faint scratching of my pen and the occasional rustle of brittle pages.

I wake before Sophia. The room is still dark, but the city outside is beginning to lighten at the edges. Dawn is an hour away. I have been awake for longer than that. Lying still so I do not wake her. Thinking about the letter in my desk drawer and the man who wrote the final page.

He decided to continue reading the book he was reading before he went to sleep. It was already daybreak when Mark decided to sleep. He was so occupied- with the book he was reading- that Mark forgot that he needed to rest. Closing the book, he traced the large printed letters- although the story was agonizing: he nevertheless enjoyed reading the tale of a guy who suddenly had to act as his older twin sister to find clues about her disappearance. After looking at the title for one last time, Mark placed the book on the bedside table, then laid down on the bed to sleep.

Throwing his arm back over his eyes, he zones out while this new charge of his rummages around her room. It only takes her a few hours before she turns all the lights out and climbs into bed. The next couple of hours should be a breeze. He was always semi-fascinated with the idea of a secular body that needs periods of rest to recharge. The idea of wasting hours upon hours of the day sleeping just seems strange for a being the Lord created an entire planet for. Watching the girl sleep, he realizes that he has all the time in the world to study it now. The Almighty has a sick sense of humor sometimes.

4 I don't know how I stayed strong in there but I did. Getting to see my parents and my sister for the last time really made me realize how much I didn't hate them but rather made peace with how my life was meant to be. I went back into my room to find it empty because I gave Sean to Nina to take care. I settled down in my room and looked at the clock next to my bedside. It was already six in the evening. That was how fast time flies. I don’t know if I should stay awake the whole night until I die or sleep. Maybe I should stay awake tonight, so I did. I stayed awake the whole night.1