whispers behind doors
Xavier’s POV
Three weeks later
The dream always ended the same.
Caroline,
Running.
Her silhouette vanishing into fog, despite my insistent calling for her to stop. But she kept on running through the fog, her hands clutching protectively over a little boy whose face I couldn't recognise.
the sound of their fading footsteps echoing through my ears like a painful reminder that I can not catch her.
Then… nothing, her silhouette finally fading into the nothingness.
I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, and my chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon. My room hadn't felt any colder, emptier than it had felt for the past three weeks.
I scrubbed a hand down my face, the weight of sleep still clinging to my eyes.
9.am
“Shit” I exclaimed, realising that not once I have overslept again. As days passed since Caroline left my world, I have tried to move on, even tried to love Joelin and Felix unconditionally but everytime I look at Felix, I see the face of the
