Chapter Twenty-Six
Sahara's POV
I lean my head towards the hard soil and inhale, preparing to ask the question that would confirm my consumption.
I opened my mouth to speak but I immediately close it. Luckily, he doesn't see it because his eyes are closed.
I bit my lips in anticipation
I... I'm scared of what's his gonna answer. I'm afraid that he isn't the man but at the same time, I'm also afraid that he is the right man... my first love, I think.
I am sure that both of his answers will gonna make me confuse more, and the question in my mind will only grow.
What if he isn't the man? and if he isn't the man in my dreams, why do they both resemble the same features, and why do I feel so familiar when he's with me?
Or, what if he is the man? How will I react? why I forget him? And w
