Fifty Nine
SR: Bring Me the Horizon - Happy Song fifty-nine. Eryn. The next morning, Marina looked a bit unhinged. She was a mess, making her lunch, dropping a bowl of pre-scrambled eggs. I opted to stand by her if she was about to drop anything else. I leaned against the counter and folded my arms. "You didn't see anything else?" I asked, watching as she cracked new eggs onto the metal bowl. She narrowed her eyes. "I told you what I saw already. A woman with brownish hair. I can't see from that far." She was whisking the eggs a bit too fast for my liking. The bowl was jerking around precariously to the edge. Marina tilted the bowl and it teetered off the counter, already making its way to the ground. I lunged forward--never more grateful for my vampire reflexes until this moment--and grabbed
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