Bree Tyler
Dear Journal,
I've never been happier. Harry makes me so happy, and now we're engaged I just can't believe it. Last night was unforgettable, the way we pleased each other and confessed our love like many times before felt magical. I even phoned Niall about the engagement when Harry wasn't looking; he's still mad about how touchy Niall was with me that night. Niall said a short and simple "congrats," before hanging up since he had some 'plans' to attend, whatever the plans he had going on may be. But, back to my engagement. I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else, and I have my father to thank for combining me and Harry together I suppose. Because without my fathers crazy ideas, I wouldn't be straddling Harry's lap right now listening to the soft tweets of birds up from above with my favorite dog sitting next to us. Harry's the love that I always wanted, he's the love that made my heart pump blood throughout my body quicker, he's the person keeping my system awake. He makes me feel free. He doesn't hold me back from snorting cocaine with him on balconies. He lets me smoke with him, when and wherever we want. We drink all the time even though we both shouldn't, but who makes the rules honestly? We've both broken the rules, and it's better that way, no one to tell us what to do, to be in control, it's what we both have always wanted. He got it by becoming the leader of the mafia. And in a way I got what I wanted, too. That night when we broke into the high school, was one of the bests nights of my life. I made him happy by giving him a prom like he had always wanted, and I had fun as well as him. As long as he was happy, I was too. And he's vice versa from what he's told me. I've got both of my boys, Chip who's just the most adorable ball of fur ever and Harry who's the consuming love, he's basically my other half.
I'll love you Harry, till death do us apart.
-Bree
I closed my journal, setting it behind me and leaning my head in Harry's chest. He softly smiled against my cheek, twirling my hair in his fingers like he always does when he just wants me.
We had been up against a tree in Carl Schurz Park. I had decided that Chip needed to go for his daily walk, and we just so happened to end up here in this particular park since we had been walking Chip along the pathway. It wasn't far from our house, well as far as far can be considering we lived in the middle of nowhere... but Chip needed some exercise and after we finished walking him we planned to go eat at a restaurant and then walk back home with full bellies and an energized dog. Chip already ate this morning and in the afternoon, so the food gave him fuel for this long walk, he was loving and enjoying every minute.
The reason I had brought my journal was to graph and write down all these sights. The beautiful flowers, the pillowy grass, and the birdwatchers. But I mostly wrote about my undesired love for Harry, I'm sorry! I just always think about him, and feel as if I always need to talk about him or else I'll have nothing else to scribble down in this leather book. I'm almost filled out all the pages, there's only two left. But you know who I also love talking about? Chip. Chip is growing up too fast, it all happens like that. One minute he's playing and the next he loves lazy belly rubs.
"Look at em." Harry remarked, and I lifted my head off of his chest to see where Harry had been pointing with a soft smile. Chip had been sitting up in the grass, with a monarch butterfly on his little, black button nose. I almost gasped in cuteness when I saw the sight. Nothing like a golden retriever having insects flying on them. Chip's tongue hung out low, and the baby butterfly just sat on his nose for a minute as they started into each others eyes. My dog wasn't freaked out surprisingly, he seemed just shocked.
"Get a picture of him." Harry suggested, and I slyly smirked at his suggestion.
"You love our dog so much, just admit it." I scoffed, slipping Harry's phone out of his pocket and unlocking it with the numbers of my birthday.
"Whatever." He playfully rolled his eyes, kissing my cheek before I quickly snapped a picture of Chip and the monarch butterfly before it flew away into the sky.
Chip pranced over to us, and I giddily smiled as I pat his head and ran my hand along his soft, clean golden fur. We had just given him another bath this morning, today was basically all about Chip, but when you think about it... every day is.
"Should we go head to our restaurant reservations now? It's 6:30." Harry whispered in my ear, I nodded. The restaurant wasn't too far from here, maybe a half mile away.
I stood up, and Chip followed behind us. I decided that we never needed the collar after all, he followed us everywhere and never ran off.
Me and Harry held our hands in hand, and he slightly rubbed his thumb over my own before playfully nudging my hip to the side. I looked up at the moon, smiled, and turned my gaze back ahead so we could make it to our reservation dinner.
We arrived at the front of the fancy building. I mean, this was one of the most well known restaurants in New York after all. I've heard that all the celebrities come here, it's like a hotspot for them, a raging gathering.
I had snuck Chip in by hiding him between my arms. He was still a fairly small puppy and small enough to hide between my arms so he wouldn't bark, he doesn't bark unless you talk to him. I innocently smiled at the hostess like there wasn't a dog cradling between my arms like a child, before Harry and I were led to a booth table, as reserved.
I slid into my seat, putting Chip next to the window so he couldn't be seen by the passing guests. It was a plus for Chip, he loved looking outside at the bright street lights and the light patter of rain peacefully tapping against the glass. I giggled under my breath, softly running my hand along his fragile head, he whipped himself around, crept up his lips, and turned back towards the window, looking out it.
The waiter introduced herself like they always do, and clicked her pen two times before looking me and Harry in the eyes asking what we'd like to drink on this fine evening.
"A vodka fizz, please." I kindly requested, as Harry still was thinking about what he'd like to drink.
"Rum." He stated, and I immediately tensed up and clenched my fists together under the table. I shook my head, needing to rid the thoughts of the first night I met him. He hasn't drunken rum since then, and it triggered something in my mind the minute he said the word. The waiter looked at me confused, and Harry didn't notice my tense state till I lightly grunted, the waiter left with our drinks in her mind, and Harry whipped his gaze towards my stressful face.
"What's wrong?" He asked, furrowing his brows like nothing had been wrong, well there was something wrong.
"Nothing." I shot right back, it wasn't Harry's fault for making me like this, he didn't know that the drink rum would have such a haunting remembrance on my life forward.
"Something's wrong." He pounded onto the table, making me jump and causing my eyes and to widen at his aggression. "Tell me."
"It doesn't really matter... you wouldn't understand anyway." I lightly whispered under my breath, digging my nails into the skin of my fists, almost breaking it bloody.
"Then make me understand." He loudly demanded, fisting the tablecloth in his hands and not letting me back down from this.
"Rum." I stated with a swallow, and harshly but down on my lip. "It reminds me of... the night we met."
"How the hell does rum remind you of the night we m-, oh." He swallowed, the minute he realized how it did and how reflective it impacted me. "Bree, I'm so sorry baby.. you know I'd never, ever, do that to you again, you hear me?" He firmly stated, saying he wouldn't ever drug my rum or drink, ever again.
"I know.. it's just flashbacks. I see myself getting knocked out and causing my temple to bleed, and waking up chained in handcuffs... it's just-" I shook my head to the side and physically shivered to rid the eerie feeling that chilled up my spine. "Scarring me."
"I've been so in love I forgot I ever did that to you, I can't believe I ever did that to you sweet pea." He grabbed my hand, and put it in his own and the waiter came back with our drinks.
'Talk about perfect timing.' My sarcastic subconscious rudely talked down the pretty and kind waiter. I almost slapped myself in the face for the unwelcome thoughts.
"I don't want that." Harry sneered, looking down at the rum.
"You ordered it, though?" The waiter didn't mean to argue or put up a front, she was just telling the truth.
"No, I didn't." Harry lied straight through his teeth, "now go fix me up something else, will you?"
"What would you like sir?" She wearily asked, biting her lip at Harry's intimidating fashion, the tattoos, the piercings. I'd even be intimidated if I was in her shoes. Hell, I was in her shoes once but the circumstances were different. Way, different.
"Surprise me." He shrugged, she nodded meekly before heading to the back, not before handing me the drink I ordered.
"You didn't have to do that, you know?" I remarked about him sending the rum back for something else. I was taking a two-second-sip from my drink, before setting it down on the velvet tablecloth.
"Well that's what I thought you wanted me to do." He shrugged his shoulders, not caring before holding a book in front of his face to almost shield it from something... or someone.
"Since when does my fiancé read?" I smirked at him, and he playfully shook his head to the side, pulling down the Fifty Shades of Grey cover from his face.
"It's a new hobby I'm trying out. I don't like it that much though." He shrugged, biting his lip and pulling the book back up to his face. Why can't he just admit that he likes reading?
"Wanna recreate one of the scenes?" I whispered lowly under my breath, stirred my drink around in my mouth before his eyes widened and he looked back up from his book.
"Excuse me?" He remarked, my face went red and I blushed away, hiding my rosy cheeks with the back of my hands.
"Never knew you had a dirty mouth." He bit down on his lower lip, but the waiter who had been standing there at our booth for an estimated amount of thirty seconds immediately ruined the sexual tension between me and Harry.
"Sorry... if I interrupted anything.." the beautiful woman just trying to do her job swallowed a lump in her throat. "Here is your drink, sir." The waiter said, handing the drink to Harry, she was way too kind to him.
"It's Mr. Styles to you, sugar." He winked, making her become flustered and rosy in the face just like I had been a few seconds ago. I rolled my eyes at his behavior, he loves playing with peoples minds.
"I'll tip you lots, honey." I smiled at her with her blue eyes flickering towards me, even though I wasn't paying for the meal since I didn't have any money. I'd make Harry give her a grand tip, poor woman.
"T-Thank you." She smiled, before taking our meal orders and clicking the ball of her pen down once she had been done scribbling the food we wanted on the notepad.
"You're such a dickhead, Harry." I scorched under my breath, the minute the waiter had left. My hand pounded lightly on the table, and the sinister Styles smirked.
"What? So you're telling me if people had been scared of you, that you wouldn't fuck with their heads?" He looked me up and down, I repeatedly shook my head to the side as in indication to 'no, I wouldn't!'
"You're really nothing like me." He stuck his tongue between his teeth, scouring his eyes across the restaurant. But the minute his green irises landed on a sight, he lowly shrieked. Who's the scared one now?
"What is it?" I furrowed my brows, and he did too.
"Nothing." He was sounding a whole lot like me from earlier, when he told me he didn't want me to act like that and basically to just be open with him. Hypocritical. If he could force an answer out of me, I can do the exact same.
"Harry.. what's the matter? I know when something is wrong." I grabbed his had and fisted it into my own. "I know you like the back of my hand."
"I know. You wouldn't know, it's.. hard to make sense of." He swallowed, and I only squeezed his hand tighter.
"Harry.. my love, please what's the matter?"
"God, don't do the puppy eyes." He looked away from my features that had been irresistible to him, and lightly tried to snag my hand away but I wouldn't let him.
"Tell me." I forced, and he sighed.
"My mother and sister, they're over there." He slumped down to admit, almost as if he didn't want to be seen by them. It took me by surprise, why was he so worked up over that?
"They are? What's so bad about that, Harry? Shouldn't we go say hello?" I smiled, but it instantly faded away when Harry looked up at me and gave me the death stare. I assumed that was his silent 'no.'
I got up from my seat, cradling Chip in my arms like I had once, and slithered into the booth next to Harry. I was trying to see what he had been seeing, and there I saw was a woman and a girl chatting over a fine evening dinner, but it could've been anyone.
"Tell me which ones they are?" I peered out, looking over again.
"The two blondes." He gulped, he swallowed so loudly that I could hear it from his throat and into my ears that had been ringing. I turned my sight up to him, and he was gradually dripping in sweat.
"No.. why are you so nervous?" I demanded an answer, and he looked down at me.
"Because." He gritted through his teeth, leaning down to kiss the top of my head like he had been preparing for his answer. "I haven't seen them since... since I ran away from home."
"You haven't?" I gasped, almost a little too loudly. His mother and sister had been far from across the room, the only good people in his family from what he told me. The kind ones, the good Styles'.
"I'm sure they miss you tons, Harry." I looked up, and he looked down and shook his head.
"They probably do." He whispered into my ear, "but I'm too nervous to see them."
"I'll go with you, you need to tell them that you're okay. For all they know, they could think you're dead and you never ran away, that you just got killed somehow." I bit down on my lower lip, I hated talking about the hypothetical ways of him dying, but it's the truth.
"Mother loved me, you know?" He looked down, I nodded.
"I'm sure she did. She misses you, Harry. I know she does. I've never met her, but she seems the kind who'd miss her own child that she carried in her womb for nine months and birthed, right?"
"She is kind, so very kind. I always told her about that girl in kindergarten." He told me what's he's said before on the airplane, I nodded my head up and down, sliding out of the booth and taking Chip with me.
Harry shakily got up, having legs like a skeleton as they shook around nervously clothed in the black skinny jeans. I grabbed his hand, still managing to keep Chip hidden and cradled in my arms.
We both walked up to the booth his mother and sister had been sitting at, chatting and eating their desires away. I nervously smiled, it's almost like meeting my fiancé's parents for the first time, I've never even had a boyfriend, never mind a fiancé before Harry, so this felt... new to me, too.
His mother who was the older one with grayish, blondish hair and glasses circled around her face, she was short from what I could tell and dressed in an army green tank top and low waisted jeans. A perfect style icon in today's time. I loved her outfit and think she had impeccable taste in design, but I would've worn a red tank top if it was me dressed in the outfit.
Harry's sister had on a short black dress, and stubby heels that would've predictably make her two inches taller than she was. Her hair was blonde, flowed down to her mid-shoulder. She looked like an angel, and maybe that's because she looked like Harry in a girl version with bleach blonde hair.
We stood in front of their booth hand-in-hand, they hadn't noticed us so we decided to take matters into our own hands. Harry cleared his throat, and I sucked in a sharp breath before they finally turned our heads towards us to meet our attention. I swallowed shakily, and Harry coughed dryly before whispering out a croaky and short, "hi mother. Hi Lea."
"Harry!" The mother exclaimed and pulled off her sunglasses, screeching quite loudly and revealing his identity to everyone in the restaurant. "You're alive?" She asked, but it was more a statement of relief. She got up out of her seat, and tugged Harry into his arms.
"My boy.." she rocked him back and forth in her frail arms, making my lips curl up into a smile at the mother-son reunion. He was so happy, and as was she. I looked over at the smiling sister, I smiled at her and stretched my hand out for her to shake it. She smiled back at me and quirked her brow, not having any idea who I was.
"Not to sound rude or anything.." she softly chuckled under her breath, "but who are you?"
"Oh." I snickered lightly, she wasn't rude at all, it was just a simple, lighthearted question. I looked over at Harry, not knowing if we should reveal our true relationship status yet, I decided against it until he thought the timing was right. You never know, being engaged to be married with the mafia leader, shit spreads faster than a wildfire. "I'm his friend."
"You are?" She smiled, looking down at the clearly visible red ruby on my left ring finger, smirked and looked back up but didn't say anything about our connections furthermore.
"Just two causal friends going out for some dinner." I smiled, holding a small thumbs up before pulling it down as I was starting to make things awkward. I hated confrontation, I hated it more than anything. Especially when I had to hide something, a secret.
"And who are you doll?" I heard a happy voice ring around the proximity of me. My chest started to lightly heave, I turned around and saw Harry's mother smiling at me. His sister and mother were so nice, and I just felt like I had been ruining the reunion moment.
"Oh, hi." I smiled, "I'm Bree, me and him are causal friends going out for dinner." I looked over at Harry, he gave me a wink to reference that I had done the right thing by referring to us as nothing more than 'causal friends.'
"Wait..." suddenly Harry's mother seemed frazzled, like I had struck her to the core with my words.. or something strange like that. "Your name is.. Bree?"
"Mhm..." I hummed, looking around the room and gnawing on my trembling lip. "Is there something wrong?" I nervously asked. I had already been nervous, now Harry's mother questioning my name just adds more pressure.
"Bree..." she snapped her fingers trying to think of some apparent unknown information that had been fossilized in her brain. "...Tyler by any chance?" She struck me with her truthful words. "Bree Tyler." She confirmed, putting my name together in one.
"Yes? How did you know that?" I became defensive, as did Harry. His head tilted to the side, and my lip started to ache with how much I bit it at my nervousness.
"You and Harry have known each other since like.. kindergarten. And all you guys are is causal friends 17 years later?" His mother's mouth hung a little wide in shock, and me and Harry just looked at each other swiftly before turning our heads back towards his mother who was making no sense.
"Mother, what are you going on about?" Harry's voice raised a tad higher, I had been freaking out and me and Harry both slid into the booths. I sat next to his sister, and Harry sat next to his mother.
"You always told me about a Bree Tyler after school, Harry. You always said she was so beautiful, and you described her outfits to me everyday. How long and straight her brown hair was, and you always just wanted to wrap your arms around her body and give her a hug. You wanted to give her a hug so bad, and only hoped that she'd hug you right back in return." His mother swallowed, "and you said you didn't want to attend school anymore because she couldn't afford it." Harry's eyes widen, and mine did too. All the information had now been pieced together, it was true. On the airplane to our way back home form Hawaii. Me and Harry talked about the girl he met in kindergarten when he was just five years old. He ranted about her, and all of those things his mother claimed.
"We really have known each other all this time, huh?" I shakily swallowed in disbelief, I can't believe we never remembered each other. But I feel like this is always how amazing love stories go, we followed that tradition.
"We did..." he gulped, "I just can't believe it."
"Me either, Harry."
"And you two meet again, how did you guys exactly meet once more?" His mother interfered, I smiled before continuing me and Harry's faithful love story.
"We met at a library."
"We met at a club." We both spoke different things at the same time, I guess Harry didn't care about the image he sat up for his mother and had no shame in his admit. But I think it's fairly obvious that Harry and I certainly didn't meet at a library, although he was just reading Fifty Shades of Grey earlier at our booth.
"Yeah.. we met at a club." I sighed, slightly embarrassed about that's the way we reunited once more. But hey! It's better than meeting at a drug dealing spot.
"Oh.." his mother chuckled lightly under his breath, as did his sister. "That's interesting."
"Yup." I chuckled lightly, looking at Harry and wanting to change the subject immediately, he nodded and looked over at his mother.
"Mother?" He asked, "can I get your phone number so we can keep in touch? You too, sis."
"Of course sweetie." His cheerful mother smiled, taking his phone and pounding the numbers into the keypad. His mother than handed the phone over to his sister, for her to type in her phone number. She handed it back to Harry, and he slid the mobile device in his back pocket by levitating himself off of the cushion, and fitting the phone snug between the jean material.
"It's so crazy how we ran into you guys." Harry remarked, looking up at both his mother and sister.
"It is quite so." His mother smiled, "and it's crazy how you ended up with Bree. I always knew you two were made for each other."
"Oh no!" I screeched a little loudly, "we said that we were just friends... right?" I lied and looked over at my fiancé, he nodded.
"Please, you'd think a forty-three year old would be clueless about love. But I know love when I see it, it's in your eyes dear as clear as day." I didn't know if she was talking to me, Harry, or both of us. But the way her eyes flicked back and forth between us told me that her heartwarming words were directed towards us both.
"You caught us." Harry nervously scratched the back of his head, and I shrugged and bit my lip. I've never seen Harry get nervous or tense up before, he's always been 'too badass' to feel things like nerves apparently.
"Why'd you lie? We could see straight through those lies bro." His sister chuckled at Harry, her eyelid that had been heavily coated in purple and black eyeshadow with glorious wing liner winked at us, and my cheeks turned red. His family was smart, the girls were the only smart people related to Harry I suppose. Because Samuel is stupid, and Leo is too, and killers.
"Still haven't changed, have ya Lea?" Harry shook his head to the side at the actions and attitude of his sister.
"Nope." She giggled, running a hand through her dyed blonde hair. And taking a sip of her drink, which seemed to be alcoholic.
I bounced my knee up and down, resting my hand on it as always. I was unsure what to say at this family gathering, it seriously felt like meeting my fiancé's parents for the first time. Shouldn't I say something? I mean, I'm still in shock at how me and Harry have known each other since kindergarten, but I don't remember anything. Weak five year old memories goddamnit.
"Harry would go for you." I heard his sister, who I presumed was Lea, whisper in my ear. I lightly turned my head to the side so I wouldn't hit her in the face with my hair, and furrowed my brows.
"He's always needed someone like you, you know? Nervous, kind, pretty, you're everything he needed." She smiled, "you saved him, Bree."
"I did?"
"Yes, you did."
I smiled at her lightly before turning around and making eye contact with Harry. I thought about it more, I noticed that he doesn't try to kill himself everyday, or try to overdose on pills, and jump off of balconies. Maybe Lea was right, I saved Harry, didn't I? I've never thought about it that way before, in fact I've never thought about it at all.
"And by the way, your ring is beautiful." Lea winked and whispered in my ear once more. I chuckled lightly and thanked her, before looking at Harry and shrugging with a innocent smile as our secret had now been out.
"It's fine." He mouthed with no words actually coming out of his mouth, I nodded my head and looked down at Chip who was cradled in my arms.
"Cute dog, where'd you get the puppy from?" Lea asked, I whipped my head to the side, she does ask a lot of questions, but she just wants to get to know me is all, she's missed out on a lot of Harry's life since he ran away.
"We found him on the side of the road..." I winced lowly at the memory, Chip was so scared, and small.
"Oh." She hummed sadly, frowning her lips and pouting her bottom lip out. "Can I pet him?"
"Of course you can." I swallowed, taking my hands off of Chip so she could replace her hands along his golden fur instead. She smiled at me, then at the dog who's tail started to happily wag.
She removed her hands, and Chip's tail remained wagging when I immediately renewed mine. I looked out the window, it had been close to night, almost pitch black outside. We needed to leave, me and Harry had to walk home, and no way in hell am I walking home if I can't see anything.
"I love you guys so much." Harry slurred since he was tipsy, but trying to say his goodbyes which I was thankful for. It's not that I didn't enjoy conversing with the other sides of his family, it's just that walking home, too late in the night is not ideal. "But me and Bree need to get going."
"Such a shame." His mother sighed and took. a bite of her food, "I've missed you so much." She pulled Harry in his arms. "And I loved meeting the lady of his dreams." She looked over at me, and my face instantly turned cherry red.
"It was nice meeting you both, too." I looked at the woman who were staring at me, I walked out of the booth and hid Chip once more in my arms.
I slipped a fifty dollar bill from Harry's wallet and walked over to our table to tip the waiter.
"Shh." I vaguely hushed Chip in comedy.
"Goodbye." Me and Harry said at the same time to his family, leaving the fancy restaurant. I sat Chip down on the brick concrete once we had been out the glass doors. Of course it was raining, to our luck.
"I'm sorry, Chip. But I can't hold you the whole way." I murmured, crouching down on my knees and coating his damp fur. He shook his head to the side, wait, did he like the rain?
"Oh.. you don't want to be held?" I bit my lip and chuckled, standing up from the squatting position I had been bouncing in. And the way he kept prancing forward under the drops of water, just proved my inference to be confirmed true.
I grabbed Harry's hand, and held it in my own. My head leaned on his shoulder, and I started the conversation.
"I can't believe we saw your mother and sister." I scoffed in disbelief, I was still in shock about it. "You're okay, right?"
"Yeah." He looked down at me with a semi-serious expression. "I just can't believe that I've known you all this time, and it took me this long to figure it out."
"It's crazy, and your sister... she's so sweet." I smiled, and he nodded.
"Lea, she's always been the playful jokester of the family, she held us together even when it felt like we were falling apart."
"I bet she did." I murmured, based on her personality and our small interaction at the restaurant, I know she'd be the kind to hold together a broken family.
"Do they know..?" I bit my lip in reference to his mother and sister, both of us turning around the corner as we got a little closer to the house.
"Know what?" He quirked his brows, and I sighed shakily having to put all the pieces of the puzzles together.
"That you're... that you're the leader of the mafia?" I replied, and his hand immediately tensed in mine.
"God no." He shook his head, "they'd be so disappointed and they can't ever find out. So please Bree, don't ever tell them." He kissed my lips in plead, but he didn't need to plead for me, I wasn't going to tell them in the first place.
"I won't." I smiled, kissing his lips back for his reassurance, he needed some.
Damp skin, wet hair, and a stuffy nose later we had arrived home. Chip shook his body off of the excess rainwater before he trotted inside the house, so much for giving him a bath this morning.
Harry closed the door behind us, and me, Harry, and Chip all went upstairs after that. Chip had been accustomed to lying in our bed every night, and waking up tangled in the sheets every morning.
"Night Chip." Harry lowly murmured, "I love that little rascal." He admitted in the same tone, making me smile because him and Chip have grown so close.
Me and Harry slid into bed, he cradled my warm body in his arms, and I felt the bareness of his chest along my grabby palms that slid down ever so slightly to rub along his muscles torso. His lips hit the nape of my neck and repeatedly kissed it to slowly help me fall asleep, but I didn't drift off until I got a few words in.
"I love you, goodnight." I whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek.
"I love you, sweet dreams." He whispered back, kissing me on my lips instead with his hand on my cheek.
This kiss was a fairly long kiss, it lingered on my lips once it ended, this was a perfect way to end my day and start my night.
I lightly ran my hand through Chip's golden locks, he slightly barked and I chuckled under my breath and bit my bottom lip.
I closed my eyes, as my head sunk into the pillow. I allowed myself to fall into a deep sleep that I wouldn't ever forget.
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