James Blake 's ' The Night '

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Blake seemed to be trying to console Cassandra while she sobbed. She looked so sad, so hopeless. Becca’s heart ached for her as she could physically feel Cassandra’s pain. Just as Becca made a conscious effort to look at Blake, to try and take in as much about him as she could, the vision vanished leaving her sweating and disheveled on Caleb’s couch. For an instant her panic hit an all-time high thinking Caleb might be watching her. She snapped into damage control mode. Quickly gathering up the scattered paintings, she hurried to fit them back into the box. After noticing a blood droplet hit the floor, she grabbed a wad of Kleenex and held it up to her nose. Becca wiped the floor clean with the Kleenex in her free hand. Crap! There was blood on her tank top. She took her sweatshirt and dashed out the door. Safe in the bathroom, she went to the sink and carefully rinsed her face. The blood drops on her shirt seemed almost dry. Not wanting to waste any more time, she pulled her sweatshirt back on and checked her hair and make-up. She knew she looked off but there was no way to fix it. Thankful Caleb wasn’t back yet; she would have another minute to pull it together. Becca sat on the couch, took a deep breath, and flipped the portfolio open to the middle. She sat there until Caleb got back. “Sorry I took so long,” he said, entering the room. “When I called my mom with the info, she found a few more things she needed.” Caleb immediately noticed the distance in her eyes. “Is
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