I don’t know why I was expecting something or someone else yet, definitely not the person standing in front of me.
It was Luca.
His face was calm and resolute, eyes dull like he had just been awake from sleep—or worse. He looked pale and weak.
“What’s the matter?” I asked frantically, I had forgotten my own creepy vision and was worrying about him.
His breath was uneasy and fast, as though he had been running from something but it was daytime, what could possibly go wrong?
We just bade goodbye a few minutes ago, what happened within such a short space of time?
Except of course, he was having nightmares as well. I knew he wasn't.
“There’s something you need to see,” he said. “Now.” He added, sounding very urgent.
I looked at myself—I was still in my towel.
He looked at me too, taki
