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"What the hell are you doing?" Elena yelled at the men rummaging through her stuff. They were tearing her books from the shelves, flicking through them and shaking them before throwing them upon the floor with the rest of her things. Never had her apartment looked such a mess. They didn’t respond to her, didn’t even seem to notice her presence, they just continued to ransack her home; lifting down pictures of the wall and tearing them apart, pulling out the pillows from the couch, pushing her furniture around, tipping stuff over. She looked at them with ill-concealed terror. She had been gone for no more than an hour; just po

Sleeping. It was the one thing I simply couldn't stand anymore. Despite how exhausted I was, despite how much I wanted to close my eyes and escape...despite how much time had passed... Despite all that, it was still there. There wasn't a night that passed that I didn't dream. By dream, of course I mean nightmares, mind you. It was never anything happy, except the ending, maybe, when I would wake up fearing solitude and instead see him there next to me. I tried my best not to wake him, normally it worked. Tonight like every other night, I turned beneath the sheets and stared at his sleeping face, waiting for my heart to slow down. And like e