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𝘼/𝙉 - 𝙄𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢/𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚/𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙨.

𝘼/𝙉 - 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚/𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 !

𝘼/𝙉 - 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝/𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 ! <3 

- 𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙨://𝙬𝙬𝙬.𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡-𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝/𝙜𝙚𝙩-𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥-𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡-𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝

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Every inch of his body writhed in pain.

His head held the pressure of a thousand tonnes, pressing against his skull as it threatened to fracture, nausea threatening his stomach.

Even peeling his eyes open to greet the next morning plagued him with nothing but tender aches and tired sickness, the sun too painful to meet directly. 

As he attempted to focus his gaze, onto anything - anything even comprehensible, without glaring a source of light back at him, he'd finally settle his sights on the person lying next to him. 

He'd grow rigid, every muscle - already tense - tensing up just as severely as his lids flickered with a stomach-dropping sense of confusion. 

His throat tightened, no saliva to ease the parched sensation lining his tongue.

Someone still asleep, locks sprawled lightly across the cotton-filled pillow beside him, sheet's tucked over the woman's figure. 

Quiet. 

He would take note of this. 

The house is quiet. 

He almost had to lean in and check if there were any signs of life coming from the woman sleeping beside him. 

Even his own heartbeat sounded obnoxious against his eardrums. 

As he slowly lifted his body to sit up against the wood-trimmed headboard of the bed, the warm air dancing through the circulation of the open windows would graze across his skin - bare. 

His dark, groggy eyes lower. 

He sees his chest, legs, and black boxers clad to his hips. 

His jaw tightens for a moment, lips slowly thinning into a straight line, murmuring a quiet, displeased, "...Fuckin' hell..." within an exhale. 

Even moving his eyes shot a spark of pain through his skull.

He cannot recall much. 

That makes him momentarily panic.