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Syrus woke up quite late. The sun was already up in the sky. The memory of the night was still like a dream to him and it made him look at the side of the bed to see if all that he had felt the night before was true and not something his head had woven for him. He indeed was in his old room but Myrtle wasn't there. 

He sat up in the bed and rubbed the back of his head with confusion, he bit his lower lip and held in his smile as he slowly realized that everything that had happened wasn't a dream and that Myrtle was really in love with him. He couldn't help but smile ear to ear while lightly kicking the blanket on him. His cheeks turned red and he started to feel a burst of happiness in his chest. He took in a few deep breaths before finally getting out of bed. 

The maids were already on their way to the room with his clothing as per Myrtle's order.