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Gatlin as predicted spent the night tossing and turning with a skeleton hand surrounding her mind, the mystery that surrounded the death that Luca was hesitant to tell. Her mind would only flicker to Onyx occasionally she wasn't sad about what had happened between them it just turned that part of her life into uncertainty once again. The thoughts circulated through her mind once again for who knows how many times the night finally she was given a break when there was a shuffling noise outside the door. Getting up slowly and opening the door the dull light of the rising sun came through the hallway windows as she noticed the guest room door opening as Onyx coming out his bag slung over his shoulder. He looked terrible clearly it was a sleepless night for them both “hey” he whispered. “Are
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