DIMITRI CASTELLO
Something soft ticked my f*****g nose. My eyes shot open and I stared at hair the color of honey brown. I held Elena's body as usual, my arm around her narrow waist and her face pressed against my chest.
This was what I usually wake up to since Elena's accident. Somehow she'd just always find her way into my arms, almost as if she knew that was exactly where she belonged.
At first, it started the night after she'd returned home from the hospital. She had one of her f*****g nightmares. It had been a long time since she had one of those; at least, it'd been with the old Elena. I had thought losing the horrid details of the last two years would at least keep the nightmares at bay.
But it didn't. Maybe her mind had gotten used to it. Most times I doubted if she even ever r
