"I, um I had the dream again. About the boy."
"You were whimpering and crying. I tried to wake you, but I couldn't." He ran his hands along my face as if to assure himself I was okay. His concern touched me.
"You want to tell me about it, then?"
So, I told him. I told him everything. He stayed with me and listened. A deep furrow formed between his dark red brows as I spoke.
He looked cute like that. Like he was thinking too hard. I was going to tell him not to hurt himself, but I was too upset for teasing.
"Maria, you know how everyone calls you princess and says you're special?"
"Yeah?" I sat up. What did that have to do with anything? Was I finally going to get some answers?
"I think it's about time we knew why."
Ronan got off of my bed and went to my ancient laptop on the corner
