Jehan
I. AM. ELATED.
It is impossible to keep my smile to myself as I am being tied down. For a second there, I did fear that I was losing my mind and started to see dead people. In my defence, I was dreaming of her when she barged my door open. But now she is here, right in front of me, alive and more beautiful than ever.
I am itching to touch her. I want to convince myself I am not dreaming. That she really is here.
“I have been dreaming of this moment,” her words registers and my heart swells. After all that I put her through, she was dreaming of me. The same way I was dreaming about her.
“Kiss me,” I order softly as I stare into her glistening eyes. If I were not tied up, I would have grabbed her and kissed her until she cannot breathe anymore.
“Excuse me?” She laughs and lifts a
