Chapter Forty-One
I woke up on my mountain, mine and Josh’s mountain, as I came face to face with him. He didn’t look like his normal cheerful self; instead, he had a look on his face I had never seen. Anger, hurt, mostly disappointment. I approached him with caution.
“Is this real, or are we in a dream?” I asked.
“Neither of us are dreaming, although I wouldn’t call any of this real,” he answered simply.
“Are you expecting me to take my shirt off?” I asked, trying to lighten his mood. He stared at me steadily, and his facial expression didn’t change.
“This isn’t funny; I have been trying to get a hold of you,” he said sternly.
“I wasn’t trying to be comical, I’m not really going to take my shirt off. So, you can’t get in touch with me, and you somehow think stalking me in an astral
