Amanda rolled over in bed for the gazillionth time. She stared up at the ceiling for a while before slinging her arm over her eyes. For a moment, she considered getting out of bed and going for a walk, but she didn't want to wake Niels, and she was too sore from hunting anyway. With a sigh, she rolled onto her side.
London was tricky at this time of the year. Everyone flocked to London for DotD at this time, so not only had she been confronted with old friends and family members that she hadn't seen for a while, but also with people who weren't so easy to face. A hard lump formed in her throat whenever she thought of those who she couldn't face There were so many conflicting emotions. Should she face her fears or continue to ignore it? Should she stand up for herself and dispel rumours, or allow them to continue? Her heart ached at the though of the things she'd been accused of... of the reputation that she'd undeservingly acquired. Yet, what could she do about it? There were always more than one side to a story, and it was up to everyone else what they chose to believe. She simply had to accept that she drew the short straw.
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August 2017
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