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Nyxie lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a numb face, eyes wet and nose puffy. Bringing a Kleenex to her nose every once in a while didn't help with the tears, but at least let her breathe. Her eyes were starting to fall shut, as they had for the past few minutes already, but the girl blinked them open when they did, punishing herself for matters she could do nothing about.

For the first time in months, she didn't want to fall asleep. She didn't feel the need to dream of Garciela that night, and simply wished she had the power to escape it somehow. Frankly, the only way to do so was by drinking a lot of caffeine and forcing herself awake.

Her thoughts wandered back to the previous morning when she had first met her soulmate. If she even was one.