What Happens After

Sienna’s POV

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The light coming through the window was soft and warm, like the sun was trying to be gentle with me.

I lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling. My eyes were swollen from all the crying I did last night. I could still feel the ache in my chest. It was a strange kind of pain — not sharp, not sudden, but deep and heavy, like a rock sitting on my heart. I didn’t want to move. I didn