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all the hurt.
    The hurt. Everything seemed uneasy, seemed to suffer. I laid on the floor, in and out of consciousness but holding steady to the discomfort, to the disquiet, to the agony.
    Much to my dismay, a pair of cool hands found my face. Suddenly, the tortured pressure left my body in one swift sigh.
     
    “Finally,” I exhaled as I drifted toward the black.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
                  I woke to the soft sound of breathing that wasn’t mine. The room was dark but there was enough light from the crack in the door, creating a soft glow over the walls, enough to make out my surroundings. I felt a warm body next to mine and my heart started to race. I studied my environment, not able to recognize the room I was in. I started to panic.
                  Get it together, Ethan , I told myself and glanced to my left. It was a thin girl, covered in a comforter. I turned my head a bit to get a better look, trying to see her hair, but I wasn’t able to see anything. I wondered if I would be able to leave her bed without her noticing but ruled that out since it was wedged right up against the wall and I would have had to go over her to get out.
                  I warily sat up, my head swimming from all the liquor. I nearly groaned from the pain as I brought a hand to my face. I winced, pulling my hand back quickly. I’d forgotten about my fall at the bar. I laid back down, my stomach threatening to bring everything back up, and when I did this, wild daisies and apples assailed my senses.
                  I breathed a sigh of relief. It’s only Finley . I breathed a little deeper and closed my eyes. I felt the bed move and cracked one lid open. She’d shifted around, facing me, the blanket covering her, exposing her face, and her hair spilled around her pillow. She looked angelic.
                  Her hand came up and scratched the tip of her nose, but she stayed asleep. Then her hand fell on top of mine and for some reason, my heart rate slowed down and my eyes became sleepy once more. Before I knew it, I was asleep again.
                 
                  I woke a second time in Finley’s room, but this time the room was flooded with light. My face rested against the wall, so I stretched and turned over face to face with Finley about a foot apart. She was still asleep but her makeup was gone, revealing how porcelain her skin really was. Her tawny strands fell across her cheek, ran down her neck, and gathered on the bed, like a coppery river. Her lips were parted. She was undeniably beautiful, even I could admit it. It was the strangest feeling admitting that to myself.
                  I’d always thought her beautiful, but I was faithful to Cricket and wouldn’t let my thoughts trail any further. I reached out and pulled at a strand that had fallen over her eye and tucked it with the rest of her rivulets of hair. She had a wild look about her.
    I compared her to Cricket.
    Cricket was always polished, her hair perfectly in place and her clothes stylish and refined. She was very well put together and she never deviated from it, not even when in the fields.
    If I were being honest, it was disconcerting since I was the exact opposite. I’ve never cared about my appearance. In fact, I’d consider myself the disheveled sort. I didn’t even own an iron, let alone a tie. All my jeans had shredded knees. All my undershirts were waffle-knit. All my overshirts were plaid and button-up. None of them were anything but faded. My boots were dusty and my hair was long. I was Cricket’s opposite.
    My eyes narrowed on Finley.
    Finley was more like myself, much more down to earth, much more provincial. This wasn’t to say she wasn’t intelligent because, from what I could remember, Finley was often the sharpest in my classes.
    She had long, wavy hair always pinned half up or full down in charmingly hot disarray, with wisps of hair