In the middle of the night, Aria woke up and sat up on her bed. She looked beside her and saw Alina sleeping peacefully beside her. Her heart broke -- her precious friend who she adores so much - that was all she could think of. She started to reflect on the good times they had together, the quarels, the times Alina acted as though she was her mother, the times she would defend her and every other thing that friends do for friends.
Aria then touched her hand and said to her with a broken voice. "I am sorry, Alina. I am so sorry."
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