Eight years later
Erica's POV
Wake up
Erica
wake up
I sprang up from my bed panting heavily.
It was a dream, thank God, It was a dream.
Damn!
These dreams seem to be reoccurring these days, it's been eight years and yet it feels like yesterday.
Some people dream about their worst nightmares, I have lived mine in reality. And no matter how hard I try to get it off my mind, it's buried deep within me, it haunts me now and then.
The eight years that drastically turned threw me into a world I wasn't prepared for. I learned my lessons the hardest way anyone could imagine, and the greatest lesson of all was, that love is overrated.
People fall in love for selfish reasons and fall out of it as soon as their expectations are meant.
"Mum are you alright?" Alex, my seven years old son
