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I know I must try to focus. I know I must try to think. To gather the strength to get to my feet. But I cannot. I cannot move. Fear is all around me. I feel it inside my mind. I feel like I am floating away. Away... Away... Away. I close my eyes and give in to the darkness. I fall into a deep dream. Tanner is there. My heart soars to see him. "You must avenge my spirit," he says. "How?" I gasp.

"Brother p-plea" "SHUT-UP ALLEN" he scream again "But bright it's my dream, it's our mother dream" I try to make him understand while crying, he need to understand my dream our mother dream. "WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO SEE THE DREAMS I DON'T HAVE PERMISSION TO TOUCH YOU,IF I HAVE I DEFINITELY SLAP YOU,YOUR ONLY DREAM IS BECOME A WIFE AND LOVE YOUR HUSBAND"

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

"Ever since we were kids, you've been breathing down my neck, controlling every little thing I do. Who the hell do you think you are? "I let you have your way half the time, but can you just leave me alone already? I'm exhausted. Sometimes, I think the gossip was right. No wonder you were abandoned. Who could put up with a jinx like you?" A wave of intense nausea rolled through my empty stomach, a bitter lump forming in my throat. I couldn't throw up or swallow it. The ten-year-old Diana, the 17-year-old Diana... I had spent years trying to fuse all those cherished versions of her into the woman standing before me.

' i thought dejected. Then The Lyrics of one of my best songs by the famous American Artiste Billie Ellish started replaying in my mind. I had a dream I got everything I wanted Not what you'd think And if I'm being honest It might've been a nightmare To anyone who might care Though I could fly ( fly ) So I stepped off the Golden, mm Nobody cried ( cried, cried, cried, cried ) Nobody even noticed I saw them standing right there Kinda thought they might care ( might care, might care )

As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together. Ronald chuckled, "Cotton candy wings? That's genius, Ezrianna." Kate giggled, "I had a dream about being chased by giant butterflies." Cordelia grinned mischievously, "Oh, that's nothing. I dreamt I was a superhero, saving the world from evil socks." Jacob raised an eyebrow, "Evil socks?" Cordelia nodded, "Yes! They were everywhere, stealing all the world's matching socks." Kris snorted, "That's terrifying." Claudine laughed, "I think we have a new movie idea – 'Socks of Doom'."

He towered over me effortlessly as he looked down at me. “I don't know what you're talking about,” I snapped at him. Somehow, that taunting smirk didn't slip away like I hoped he would. “There's no point running away from me, Elena. I'm going to be everywhere. In your mind, in your space, In your dreams,” his voice dropped down to a husky whisper as he looked down at me. My heart raced frantically at what he said. It fluttered as well. The way my body reacted to him was ridiculous.

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“Not for the act. Not for anyone else. I need you here.” Elena nodded. She followed him through the connecting door into his suite. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp. Cassian shrugged off his shirt without ceremony, revealing the lean, powerful lines of his torso. He handed her one of his button-downs. She changed in the bathroom and emerged swimming in the fabric, sleeves rolled up. They lay on his massive bed, facing each other. No kissing. No heated touches. Just quiet breathing and intertwined fingers. “I used to dream about her,” Cassian confessed into the darkness. “Amelia. Laughing, running through the gardens. Sometimes there was another voice. A boy’s voice. I thought it was m

But this is gettin' good now He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad but he does it so well And when we've had our very last kiss But my last request is Say you'll remember me Standin' in a nice dress Starin' at the sunset babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah, ha (ha, ha) Wildest dreams, ah, ha You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin' it down Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin' (burnin'), it (it), down (down) Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories Follow (follow), you (you), around (Follow you aroun