40 – Holiday Break
What happened that night became a regular nightmare. There was a thing about nightmares that made me hate it. They were so clear, setting up the scene as if it was really happening and I never, even once, felt like I was in control. Maybe that was the reason I could feel my body resisted, wanting to escape, because no matter how many times it looped, the nightmare brought me one result- Arawn Rhys and Inigo dying beside me. And every time they died in that dream, I would wake up, cutting to the scene when I ran toward them. In that nightmare, I could not reach them. I could not save them. The only good thing about nightmares was it kept me at bay, it kept me alert, knowing full well it would happen again. Days turned into weeks, so fast, like playfully flipping pages in a book. It had
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