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Black smears marred her pillowcase.
Trihn didn’t even want to know what her face looked like if her pillow seemed to have come out on the wrong end of a war zone.
After staying up, crying for hours, she had finally fallen into a fitful slumber. Her chest ached, but thankfully, her eyes were dry. She reached for her phone on the nightstand. She cursed when she saw that she had let it die. She plugged it in and trudged to the bathroom to shower off last night’s crippling depression.
She pulled her wet hair up into a ballet bun and then changed into some lounge clothes. She checked her now charged phone and saw that she had a bunch of missed calls and texts. Her head ached from just looking at all the people who had tried to reach out to her. She was the most introverted extrovert out
