It was the same old story, the dreams were a collection of her thoughts, struggles, emotions, events, people, places, and symbols that are relevant to her. And having gone through a traumatic experience, her dreams were worse and in her case, quite vivid.
Nessa didn't know what to think anymore, so she just decided to depend on her drugs and other therapeutic exercises as suggested by her therapist.
"You shouldn't think about it too much," Damon told her, hugging her from behind.
"Hey," she smiled at Damon who took her hand in his before pulling her to her feet.
With an annoyed groan, Nessa let herself get pulled along and she was pressed to his body. Her heart began to pound loudly because she could feel the outline of Damon's body and his hands began to caress the curve of her back.
