The Wednesday morning sun poured through the windows of Homeroom 3B like it had somewhere better to be, which, honestly, same. I slumped into my usual seat near the back of the classroom, still feeling the phantom ache of yesterday's training session in my shoulders and the very real exhaustion of having slept approximately four hours over the past two nights.
Worth it though. Definitely worth it.
Aurora had texted me at six AM with a picture of Addison still passed out in the guest room, her black hair fanned across the pillow and one arm wrapped around the body pillow she'd stolen from Aurora's bed. The caption read: you broke her. she's been making sounds in her sleep. happy?
Extremely happy, actually.
