- LUCIANO -
Another night, another dream of Lorelei. She was winking at me, and then she was gone. She was screaming in the woods, and then she was silent. And now she's entirely out of reach.
When I awake, it's with the dread of knowing that I'm in bed alone. I turn over and stare at the emptiness next to me, struck again by how different I am, how different I feel—how everything has turned itself sideways in my mind. It's deeply discomforting.
I dread even seeing the guys—being around anyone, really, if it's not her. Nothing about my usual routine or even just my usual outlook on life makes sense anymore, and that's a dangerous thing for someone like me.
