Wild Night

Ava Wilson POV

"Wake up, Ava," a voice called out, piercing through the haze of sleep that enveloped me. Reluctantly, I tried to open my heavy eyelids, blinking repeatedly as my vision slowly cleared. It didn't do much to alleviate my exhaustion; if anything, I craved more sleep, an escape from the harsh reality.

Why couldn't I just stay asleep forever?

"Ava, wake up. We need to talk," Austin's voice persisted, drawing me further from my slumber. I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening. Was it morning already? How much time had I been sleeping?

I sighed, realising I was back in the real world, away from the dreamy oblivion I wished for. Austin stood in front of me, looking refreshed and full of energy. Seeing him brought back the memories of what happened and how I ended up falling asleep. Morning had arrived.

"I need to talk to you," he said with a smile, but it felt hollow. If this were any other day, I would melt in his presence, basking in the warmth he emanate