Tuesday — January 29th
Katherine woke up not knowing what time she fell asleep. The last thing she remembered was Damien playing the piano for her. She was positive it was a modern song but didn't know what the title of it was. That didn't matter, though, because whatever he played always sounded relaxing to her. Unlike him who could play a few other instruments, she didn't know how to play any except a guitar—and the last time she even held one was many years ago. She probably already forgot how to play it.
Stretching her limbs, her bones cracked and she winced when she felt some soreness on her back. A massage sounded so good right now. Patting the space next to her, Katherine checked the notifications on her phone. It was half past seven in the morning—she thought she felt a bit sore because she slept for more than eight hours. The first thing she read was Damien's texts.
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