Chapter 37 - FIGHT

My dreams intensified in frequency. Ryan would call out to me, desperately asking for help. And in the next second, the dream would abruptly end, startling me awake. For years this has happened. The same scenario, but the face of Ryan in my dreams continue to change, as if he was also growing in time. Maturing as the years add up. It puzzled me so, but the pain in my chest was greater than thinking of that one possibility that would put me in a world of pain yet again once frustrated. I stopped thinking about it. Perhaps, this was my way of remembering Ryan, and my beloved Giselle.