Hailey's Point of View
I put both of my hands around his neck and hid my face in his chest. I was still shaking and crying like crazy; that image of Damien and Drake lying on the ground with blood-soaked shirts was flashing in my mind, making me depressed.
"Hailey…." he was rubbing my back and talking to me gently. The gentleness of his voice and the warmth of his chest made me even heavy. What would happen to me if that dream became true? I won't be able to live even a single day without them. I started to cry even louder.
"Hailey… Please don't cry… That's just a nightmare..." Damien was caressing my head from one hand and pleading.
But I couldn't stop tears running down from my poor eyes. I cried for a long time, burying my face near his rapidly beating heart. Without saying anything
