Bryan's POV
I don't know what the hell happened to me but I knew it was a nightmare. It was one of those nightmares that are scary and hard to remember after waking up with sweats all over.
Those were the type of nightmares I used to have during Helena's first few months of death. I always wake up without a single memory of how the nightmare went.
But the feeling was horrible. I always feel a deep s**t of anger and pain and fright in me and I usually spend the day trying so hard to recall what happened.
After a while, I got rid of it but when it came back, it wasn't the usual wake-up-to-forget nightmare. I always remembered them but I was always frightened.
Her death did not only leave a scar in my heart, but the nightmares also did too, alongside regrets that I would have done someth
