- RORY -
I wake up, twisted in my sheets and clutching the pillow that still holds Luciano's scent. It's dark now. The sun has set, and I shiver against the cold that shouldn't exist. Because it was humid when I went to bed. It shouldn't be cold.
The terror from my nightmare ripples back through me, because I'm alone now. And I want to bawl my eyes out for the effect that dream had on me. It felt so real. It didn't happen, and yet somehow… somehow it feels like it did.
The chill in the dark room isn't helping dispel the fantasy. It only makes it seem more real. I was there. Luciano was there.
