Chapter Fifty Five

Chapter Fifty Five.

Unedited.

Anastasia's POV.

The first questions that came to my mind at first.

Is he crazy? Has he lost his mind? Wait, how the heck is that even possible? Is this some dream state I'm in again?

I resort to blinking my eyes, again, which is for the seventh time now. There's a masculine figure at the window, on the other side, outside. My eyes are still unbelieving of what it is seeing.

Here he is, Cole Hunter, in the flesh, hovering in the air without some rope or something of sort, keeping him in the air. I still can't believe my sight.

When he smiles at me, I come to know that I've finally lost it.

"Oh, God. I'm going psycho." I say to myself, my voice out loud, though.

"No, you're not. I'm here, for real." He tells me and I squint my eyes at him.

Because of the ray of sun, shining through, at his sides, my hands go to cover my face a bit so I can see him clearly.

"What the fuck? You fly?" I mean, it's crazy. This is real world.

And then, a thought drops