Good Morning
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March 31

Hadley woke up, head pounding. It felt like Amy had smashed his head against the ground, and was waiting for him to wake up. Exactly how he'd first met her. He looked around quietly, careful not to make any noises that would be followed by knives being stuck into him. He wasn't on the floor, which was a relief. He was on a bed. A bed that stank of alcohol and Isa. Why Isa's scent was there confused him until he glanced over, finding that he had his arms wrapped around her, Isa's head resting on his chest. They were basically pasted together by the looks of it.

Now he remembered. Hadley had run into her yesterday, and they had decided to drink together in the house that so many events with the two of them had happened in. He was sure they hadn't done anything but drink, and there wasn't the smell of sex, which was very assuring. Glancing over he spotted his small bag full of carvings for the pack. He still hadn't made Isa's, and wasn't sure how to do so. Looking over he brushed Isa's cheek, smiling softly. Hey. It's morning.


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