Sebastian squeezes my hand three times. He doesn’t know the meaning; at least, I don’t think he does. But he saw Oaklee and me do it. He’s letting me know he’s here for me. He’s letting me know that he cares more than any words he could ever say.
I smile inside even though I can’t show him what it means to me that he’s here, that he saved me. Not only that, but once he saved me, he stayed. He didn’t leave. He stayed.
I try to squeeze his hand back, but I feel so weak that I barely moved my fingers at all.
“I’m here; it’s going to be okay. I’m here.”
Those words stayed with me while I dreamed. I wish I dreamed of my future. Instead, I dreamed of my past. Even dreaming about a future without Sebastian would have been better than reliving everything.
My dreams didn’t take a differen
