One week later,
Graduatuon day,
I wake up panting.
Gasping for breathe.
I immediately sit up in frustration and wipe the sweat from my forehead.
Dalia wakes up in astonishment. "It's that nightmare again?"
"Yes."
It's the third time in a row that I'm having a nightmare about CJ getting shot in cold blood in front of my very eyes. And every time I wake up with my body trembling as if it was all so real.
Dee pulls me in a warm hug and rocks back my hair.
"You know maybe it's a sign," she says softly. "A sign to just get back together with him. You never know what happens..."
I shrug and pull away. "It's just a nightmare. Nothing serious."
I wish I could believe those words.
Something in my gut tells me it's not just a nightmare...
Dee tosses her hands up in surrender. "I'm done
