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The bed sheets are tangled around his limbs as he tries to climb out of bed. It takes him a few moments to realise what has happened.

The empty space beside him remains and it all comes crashing back. Memories of them tangled under the covers.

Dreams will do that to you, play tricks on you.
You think it’s one thing, reality hits, and its something completely different.
She hadn’t just broken his heart.
If he’d just stayed in bed. If he’d answered his phone instead of leaving it for her.
Too many variables… too many “ifs”.
Just too much.

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