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I awoke with a gasp. My cheek pressed against the hardwood floor of my bedroom and I panted for breath. I pushed up on my elbows and looked frantically around the room. The sky behind the curtains was dark. I was alone.
The necklace lay several feet away, its black center winking at me in the low light.
I could taste Valentine on my tongue, that curious mix of forest and darkness. As if he was in the room with me, close enough to touch.
Only two weeks left.