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ELEANOR
The cozy, serene atmosphere of the living room was bathed in the soft glow of the TV screen, now playing the end credits of a movie.
The room was filled with the quiet sounds of steady breathing and the occasional soft murmur in sleep. I was curled up in Dante’s arms, my head resting against his chest, while Lena and Rhys were snuggled together under the shared blanket on the other end of the couch.
The comforting warmth of our bodies and the closeness of our friends created a peaceful cocoon that felt far removed from the world outside.
Suddenly, the shrill ring of a phone broke the stillness, cutting through the quiet like a knife.
My eyes fluttered open, groggy with sleep, as the persistent ringing continued. I frowned and blinked, trying to shake off the haze
