~Emma~
Was I dreaming? I thought to myself when I saw Jaxson crouched down next to me. I am definitely dreaming! Was my next thought when he began to cry. I had to be dreaming, because just with one look, you'd know right off the bat that Jaxson Allen was not a guy who cried. Half the time, you won't be able to tell what he's saying. His face was usually blank, his eyes showing nothing as he showed off his trademark smirk.
If I wasn't dreaming, maybe I had lost my mind. That seemed like a pretty logical explanation to me. I mean, just a few hours ago I was about to kill myself, so why wouldn't my mind conjure up Jaxson? He was, after all, the only person who could help me. He wouldn't fly all the way here, though; he had too much going on back home. So, yup, I'm either dreaming or I'm going crazy. Or maybe I'm a bit of both. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again; nope, he's still here!
