Dream's POV The nights started changing. At first, it was just static in my sleep, faint flickers of something I couldn’t name, the way a forgotten song hums in your head without melody or words. But then the dreams sharpened. The flashes came faster, clearer. Coffee steam curling into the air, soft laughter I’d never heard before, a hand brushing mine, the smell of rain clinging to clothes, a voice, “Dream.” Every time I woke up, my chest ached, as if my heart had been running through memories my mind had lost. I’d sit at the edge of the bed, staring at my hands, wondering why my body reacted to phantoms. It was madness. Or maybe something else. Since I’d met Gloss again at that café, my world hadn’t been the same. I’d told myself it was a coincidence, that hiring him was logical, he was capable, quiet, and reliable. But deep down, I knew it was instinct. The kind that pulled without asking for permission. The kind that said, don’t let him go again. I didn’t even understand th
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