I woke up to the sound of a voice calling my name.
"Ava! Ava...!'.
The urgency in the voice pierced through the faint fog of my sleep making me stir gently, still half asleep.
I groggily blinked my eyes while trying to focus on the sound, with the reality of the moment still clinging to my dream induced haze.
"Ava..., wake up.".
The voice persisted, and something in my gut told me it wasn’t just a passing noise.
"Five more minutes, Mumma!” I murmured, thinking I was talking to my mothet.
"My love, you need to wake up now. It’s very late already.".
There came a familiar voice, laced with a soft chuckle.
My..love?
That word. No one called me that except RoughCoin.
My heart skipped.
And slowly, my eyes fluttered open and I found RoughCoin standing right over me.
He wasn’t
