Fear, Anger, Sadness, Happiness

Vanessa’s P.O.V.

My eyes shot open, my chest tightening as though invisible hands were squeezing my lungs. My breaths came out sharp and ragged. I clutched the bedsheet, trying to anchor myself, but the room tilted in every direction.

The door burst open. Adrien was there in an instant, his bare f...

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