˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— to you—my soul ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ She was my best friend, my soulmate. I lost track of how many hours we spent talking on the roof of her house. But one night we drank too much and things got too intense. When I woke up, she was clinging to me, her hair spread across the pillow, and the blanket pulled up over part of her face like an angel.
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She blinked slowly, adjusting to the light and the realization of where she was. She was half-awake, her body still wrapped around mine.
I yawned and stretched out, my eyes opening slowly. "Morning.
Her eyes slowly opened, and she looked at me. Her hazel brown eyes were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and they looked at me with a mix of confusion and vulnerability. I knew she remembered what had happened the night before, but I couldn't tell if she was okay or not.