Luka's POV
I wake up, all sweaty and soaked. I just had a dream. It's started again. The dreams, the guilt the torment. 12 years ago, on this day, I lost my mother. Autumn seems to notice my discomfort because she sits up.
“What's wrong, Luka?" She asks, touching my chin with her palm.
“I'm fine," I say, gently removing her hands from my face. “Just having a rough night," I say, leaving the bed and heading to the bathroom. After taking a long piss, I splash water on my face. My thoughts go back to that dreadful day. If I had just gotten there a little earlier, none of that would have happened.“You were just a kid, man. Don't beat yourself up, something's are just meant to happen." Luan tells me. I don't bother to answer him, shutting the door and heading back to bed. Autumn is already
