Sometimes, it felt like the leaves were moving and sometimes it felt like I was thinking about them moving and they actually were not.
My imagination could seriously do wonders.
But that was something about imagination, wasn't it? It could take a person from dreaming about their next me to living in a palace with servants fawning over them.
But on the other hand, my imagination had taken me into a much darker place. A place that I was begging to come out of the age did not receive the hand I wanted to help me out of it.
Every day I just felt myself being submerged more and more into it and now I feared drowning.
"You look like he's been through hell, woman," Cain frowned, "if you want to go to the doctor, come now, I have time."
I shook my head And averted my eyes from him. "I am fine."
"Are you?" He questioned and before I knew it, he was right in front of me with his heart touching my forehead.
