Brie's POV
I liked to pretend I was a morning person, but I knew better. I needed coffee to function and more importantly, I needed a nightmare to kickstart my legs to move despite my exhaustion. Last night I had not been given the liberty of a night terror; it wasn't the first night I had a clear mind, but it was the first time in a long time.
I couldn't remember falling asleep last night. I remember texting Lynx and then staring at the stars on my ceiling wondering what he was doing and if he was thinking of me. It was a downward spiral of destruction, and I was on the path willingly.
Lynx would destroy my poor heart and yet I couldn't convince myself to hide it from him.
“Gabe, is Brie's car outside? I want to know before I start breakfast." My mother's voice sounded from the other
