Lilian pov I woke up groggily the next morning, my mind racing from what the therapist said yesterday and the horrible nightmare I had at the same time. I sat up and pressed my head into my hands, groaning softly. ‘Are you actually entertaining the thought that he’s in love with you?’ I whipped my head up too fast, groaning as pain shot through my head. “Go away, Sevra.” I groaned at her, reaching into my nightstand for a bottle of ibuprofen and popping some in my mouth, then taking a sip of the water bottle I kept on my nightstand. She tsked, and I stared at her in annoyance, wishing the medicine would kick in faster. ‘Now sweetie, why would you want me to go away? I’m your best friend!’ She screamed at me from the chair to the side of my bed. I sighed, rubbing my head.
