I wake up, my body aching, my eyes searching for your sight, you're still there, awake.
"Good morning." You say. Iturn to see you, you smile at me. I finally realize the few rays of sunlight that are coming from the window.
"Morning, you should leave. Jo might get pissed." I say not willing to obey my own feelings.
You smile again. You glance at your clock.
"In 5 hours she'll arrive to England. Don't worry she left yesterday, she just came to the awards." I get up and walk to the kitchen, you follow me. I seve me a glass of water but you take it from me.
"I prepared tea." I notice the kettle on...
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