Charlotte's POV
A male voice woke me up, and I opened my eyes to see Tyler looking at me worriedly.
The dream I had was so real, the warmth of the man's body seemed to remain on my hand.
"You had a bad dream, Ally," I said, touching the corners of my eyes, where many of my tears still pooled.
I wiped them away with my hands in disbelief, "I cried? This is unbelievable!"
I let out a deep breath and then flopped helplessly onto my bed. I buried my head in the warmth of the covers and tried hard to calm the sadness this dream had brought me.
"You kept crying about not leaving me, Ally, what exactly did you dream about?"
Tyler added worriedly as he draped a shirt over my shoulders. "Your face looks downright bad."
The dream kept swirling around in my head, and how I wished I could see
