I am tired

Abram~

I jolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat, my chest heaving like I had been drowning.

“Meera!”

Her name tore from my throat like a scream raw, desperate, hoarse. But the room was empty. Dark. Cold.

No soft hand reaching for mine.

No sleepy murmur asking if I was okay. No Meera.

I gripp...

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