CAROLINE'S POV
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A minute. Or what felt like a minute of sleep before the banging on my door startled me awake. My bed is empty, and I'm wearing a shirt, his shirt. "Caroline!" The sun shines brightly from above. The room is a comfortable warmth I'd like to just live in forever. I pry myself off the bed, and it's a struggle when your body feels like it's being sucked back in. I open the door, and Zyran stands there, eyes wide, taking me in. "Thank f**k," He breathes, and pulls me into a hug. The shirt rides up, barely covering my ass, but I hug him back.
He pulls away, cupping my face, eyes flitting across my features. "You're alive." His eyes seem haunted. "Did you pass?" His seemingly dark hues light up in relief, nodding, "Did you?", "Yes." His shoulders fall sag, and I step back wh
