*Olivia*
I stared blankly at the kitchen wall, rotating my wrist constantly as I stirred the frying pan I'd placed on the stove. I didn't even remember what I had thrown in there, much less whether it was done or not.
Dazed, I was on the verge of dissociating as I waited for the food to cook. Half my mind knew that Maria always made breakfast, and the other half was certain I had to do this myself. In the middle were a bunch of thoughts my exhausted mind couldn't even piece together.
The sunshine pouring through the window was mocking me, warning me how late it had gotten in the day. Elio was hungry, I was sure of it. I blinked, slowly, like I was trying to swim through molasses. Everything around me was running at different speeds, faster and slower than I'd like.
I swayed back and forth, hum……
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