A groan escapes my mouth as I pry my eyes open. The event from last night still lingers behind my lids that I couldn't stop myself from thinking of it and the further I think of it the more my mind couldn't grasp the meaning behind it. Why did I dreamscape about Malus? But much importantly, Moab; what does he need from me? Who is he?
Who is he?
"Mariah."
My hands drop down my lap. I look up from the hand on my shoulder to the face of its owner. I cover my face once again. I sob. I cannot help but cry; everything seems pointless at the moment.
The hand rubs my back in soothing circles, not saying a word. I don't know for how long I cried until there are no more tears left. I sniffle. "Have you ever felt afraid, Kane? Have you ever felt so much fear in your life?" I ask Kane, my hands st
