Book 2 : Chapter 1 : Rose
I feel the rustle of the wind, softly caressing my skin and with that, the smell of my forest that peaks my nose. I hear birds chirping and the hum of Father's song. I even smell his coffee! I know, I must be dreaming and without opening my eyes I turn into my pillow,taking a deep breath, steeling myself, for what is to come. Instead, as I take another deep breath, I smell the familiar scent of Grey on my pillows. I must be really out of it, but I remain still, as I take in his scent, convincing myself that I am home, back with Father in our small little cottage. Desperately, trying to take a moment for myself before I am hurled in all that is, Zackreigh. I embrace the pillow tightly and cry until I can, no more. I hear Fathers voice through my sobbing. His voice is so close. I open my
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