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Chapter 3

Logan

The first thing I do upon waking up is to reach out for her. A part of me knows she's not there, and still I search for her as if needing to confirm it.

Yeah, she's gone.

The bed is small, and yet too big without her. Her smell is embedded into the corner of the pillow, maybe the sheets, but it's subtle now.

Mystery Girl left without a word.

A frown takes hold of my brow, and doesn't leave for days.