NYRA
My life lately felt like a dream I didn’t ask for.
A strange one.
The kind where everything looked real, sounded real, but none of it made sense when I tried to hold it. I heard words I never thought I would hear. I saw things I never imagined I would see. It felt like I had stepped into another world, one where nothing followed the rules I grew up with.
How was any of this possible?
Jackson… loved me?
Me?
The first time he said it, I laughed. Not the soft kind one, it was the shocked kind. I honestly thought he was drunk. I didn’t even know if he drank, because we were never close. We were enemies. At least, that was what I told myself.
I hated him.
Okay… maybe hate was a strong word.
But I hated his guts. His attitude. His sharp tongue. His cold eyes that could burn holes
