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~Lisa's POV
When we finished our dinner, Lira sighed and leaned back. "We should rest early," she said. "Tomorrow might be another long day."
I nodded, pretending to agree. "Yeah. You're right."
She smiled faintly, though her eyes looked tired. "Don't stay up late, Lisa."
"I'll sleep," I said with a smile.
We blew out the lamp and lay down on the straw mat. The hut grew quiet, the only sound coming from the crickets outside. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours. I tried closing my eyes, but my mind refused to rest.
Every time I tried to think of nothing, his face came to me.
Damon.
I turned on my side, clutching the blanket tightly. The image of him wouldn't leave my head: his eyes, his voice, the way he smiled when he said my name. My chest ached so badly I could barely breathe.
"I miss you," I whispered into the darkness.
