I informed Alfred of my plans and asked him to come pick me up. I had an hour to kill before arriving at my dad's business, so I sat back and let my thoughts wander.
Why did I keep having these dreams so often? I make a lot of attempts to see the boy's face in my dreams, but they are never successful. I feel like a piece of my heart has been torn out, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. The boy in my dreams seems both familiar and foreign to me; I feel like I know him, but I'm not sure where.
This is so frustrating!.
I considered asking my family, but ultimately opted against it. I wanted to spare them any concern. I must speak with my doctor immediately.
" Thanks Alfred." I stepped out of the already opened door with Alfred by my side. "I will let you know when I am ab
