Dream talk

As I sleep, blue fog turns black and red all around me. The background is nothing but blank space that's turning gray.

I take a step forward, noticing a form sitting on the ground, back to me.

As I near it, I place my hand on the person's back, feeling the heat from him going into my hand. He turns, a perplexed expression on his face.

"Loss!" I say, throwing my arms around him. He seems surprised, as he hugs me back gently, the flat of his palm sliding up and down on my back.

It's a comforting touch, and I bury myself deeper in him; Loss is someone safe.

"Josie? Are you okay?" he asks, pulling slightly back as he tries to get a good look at me.

I don't know what he'll see if he does, and I feel myself shrink away from his gaze.

"Is Amon dead?" he asks, and I shake my head no. He takes a quick breath, but says nothing.

"I stabbed him with the holy stone." I said, and instantly Loss grabbed ahold of my hands, staring at my palms.

I felt my fa