'This is not a bed, is it?' She was too afraid to open her eyes.
No amount of prying would force her to open her eyes, especially if it would only confirm her fears. The few seconds of fear before the truth.
All of this would not have happened if she did not run away.
All of this would not have happened if she never questioned Lucas' identity.
All of this happened because of her best friend, her brother by choice.
Things had turned awry ever since Harith's sudden outburst.
If he had not mentioned any of that, she would not even have such a scary nightmare to begin with and Lucas would not easily validate his identity.
But deep down she knew that she was only playing the blaming game. She knew it was never Harith.
Neither was it Lucas.
It had been her all this time. The rumours, albeit many versions, all lead to one story. All of it had their fingers pointed to Lucas - her Lucas, but it was she who choose to ignore it.
