Blake's POV
At night, I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning, but sleep evaded me. Moreover, I had a nagging feeling that something was troubling Brielle. I could feel it. I saw it throughout the day. She kept getting lost in her own world. I could see that, but I couldn't break through her walls. She didn't want to tell me what was bothering her, and it bothered me as well.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I called her. It was later in the night, but I somehow had a feeling that she was awake. I reached out to my bedside table and grabbed my phone. I called her, and it rang for a little while before it was answered. I was glad to hear her voice. I could hear the stress in her voice as she spoke. She told me she had a bad dream. I wish she was right next to me and I could embrace her
