ELARA
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The twins.
Of course they were here to make things ten times worse. The universe always kept a rigid schedule for ruining my life, and those two always managed to show up right on time.
Zane was leaning heavily against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking like he’d literally just rolled out of bed and couldn’t be bothered to properly dress for the occasion of destroying whatever sanity I had left.
Rhys stood right behind his shoulder, yawning widely and scratching the back of his head like the entire world was boring him and I was the main culprit.
“Some of us are actually trying to sleep,” Zane surveyed the absolute wreckage of my room—the scattered clothes, the overturned drawers—his expression held mi
