The blond slowly shook his head, but traces of confusion was still clear on his eyes. "I... I just..." He sighed exasperatedly, "I've been having strange dreams since I met you, and I think... It's too bizarre because..."
"Because what?" Clyde leaned closer with a concerned look.
Ryley returned to face him with a puzzled mind. "Because Cynthia Miller came to my dream multiple times..."
"Huh? Seriously?" Clyde replied, frowning. "What did she do in your dream? Did she do something bad to you?"
Ryley lightly slapped the man's hand when he heard it. "What are you talking about?! She's very nice to me! She even helped me to come back to life after my sister almost beat me to death."
"That's strange, I thought she was haunting you because you dated me." Clyde replied half-jokingly.
"Why? Do you think she hated you?"
"If you were her, wouldn't you?" Clyde returned the question.
