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❝Golden on the surface, hollow underneath.❞
gilded verb cover thinly with gold.
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❝but you're here. that's the thing.❞ - beabadoobee
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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . chapter twelve
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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
" awakening "
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I wake up, the edges of my vision still blurry, like I'm trying to make sense of a painting that's just out of focus. The soft hum of something familiar pulls me back to consciousness, but it's not the steady beeping of a hospital monitor or the rushed footsteps of nurses; it's a voice.
Low and soothing, threading its way through the haze in my mind.
"Who's gonna drive you home tonight..."
I blink hard, trying to clear the fog in my brain, the music filling the spaces where thoughts should be. "Who's gonna pick you up when you fall?" I repeat the words under my breath, my throat dry, rough as if I've been holding my voice back for too long.
And then, through the haze, the figure beside me comes into focus. Daniel. Sitting there, right on the edge of my hospital bed, singing Drive by The Cars-of all songs.
A part of me wants to laugh, but I'm too tired, too dizzy from the lingering remnants of whatever just happened.
My heart stutters in my chest as the realization hits me.
It's Daniel. Here. In the hospital room. With me. His messy hair falls just so, the strands barely staying in place as he leans forward, watching me like he's been waiting for me to wake up, like his entire attention has been given to this moment.
I blink again, harder this time, willing my eyes to focus, to adjust to the sudden surge of emotion flooding my chest. He's still looking at me, eyes wide with surprise, his voice hesitant as he finally speaks my name, his tone almost breathless. "Y/N..."
