The next morning, Abhi woke slowly, his entire body feeling as though it had been drained of every bit of strength.
For a few seconds, he simply lay there without moving. His eyes felt heavy and sore, his eyelids swollen from the tears he had cried the night before. His throat hurt from hours of broken sobs, and there was a dull ache settling behind his head. Even breathing seemed strangely tiring.
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