I woke up the next day on a soft mattress, still feeling a bit... off.
Last night felt like a nightmare—both horrifying and beautiful. Because in that bad dream, there was a hero who gave me a piece of heaven.
The memory was so blurry I could almost believe everything that happened was just a figment of my imagination.
A groan escaped my lips as the sound of shattering glass rang in my ears. Muffled voices followed.
It felt like I woke up just to fall asleep again. But the voices grew louder, clearer, until I finally managed to open my eyes.
"Johnny, please, stop this madness!" Tamara’s voice pleaded, obviously stressed. "I’m only asking you not to make this worse."
She was clutching her head like she was battling a migraine.
Then there was Johnny, pacing back and forth, step
