The early morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Aldo's bedroom, casting a soft glow on the disarray within. He stirred, slowly emerging from the embrace of sleep, only to be met with a surge of panic that jolted him awake. His heart raced as the memories of the previous night came flooding back, crashing into his consciousness like a tidal wave.
Desperation gnawed at his chest as he prayed that it had all been a terrible dream—a drunken nightmare. But the truth hung heavy in the air, and he couldn't escape the reality of his actions. He had let Sarah go.
Aldo swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, his movements fueled by a mix of anger, worry, and self-reproach. He needed to find her, to make compensation for the impulsive decision he had made.
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