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Day 2- Morning
Location-Charles house
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Hearing a door knock, she groaned a little and shifted in the bed she was laying in. Wait a bed? Azulia sat up and looked around. When did she get here? The last thing she remembered was sitting down in a chair in some place and then she passing out. Noticing she was still dressed in her dress from yesterday she looked around for her bags and spotted it in the closet. She stumbled out of bed. Groaning more, she finally made it to the closet and opened her large suitcase up.

[color=#A569BD]”Hmm what to wear. Man, I am a mess”[/color] she muttered as she went through her clothes. She finally found an ideal [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/96/87/ab/9687abcb5804da4d14a716b42a3d21d1.jpg]outfit[/url] to wear and brought it out. She stripped herself of her dress and under garments and redressed in fresh clothing.

She brushed her her hair and looked at the blonde locks. Seeing the familiar locks made her sad. It was still hard for her to believe that just a week and a day ago her mother was still alive and now she wasn't going to be coming back at all. No more hugs and kisses at night or in the morning, no more movie binges or spring cleanings. Those moments would never happen again.

Feeling the familiar sensation of salt attacking her eyes, she blinked them away. She couldn't cry, not now because crying meant that she was ready to let go, but she wasn't ready.  No not until she read the letter that she had in her possession. After she read the letter, then she would let the tears out. Once she was ready to come out, she stood and grabbed the two envelopes from the other bag and walked out of the room. 

Hearing noises coming from a direction, she followed it and saw the familiar figure of Killian in the kitchen. Blinking, her eyes went to the tattoo that was standing out clear as day. She had no idea he had a tattoo, then again, she wasn't much in the mood for small talk yesterday. Finding a seat nearby, she sat down, keeping the envelopes on her lap, she watched him for a few seconds before saying something.

[color=#A569BD]”Morning Killian”[/color]”She said, still a little tired, but more energized than she felt all week.