Jason's POV
Of course, I remembered that night.
Just like every other time I'd laid on my bed to sleep, I dreamt of her again and, like some other dreams, I had pushed her into the sea and watched her drown.
I knew it was my guilt manifesting itself in my dreams, but I also knew that I wasn't totally innocent, which was why I couldn't drive the guilt away.
Coupled with my missing Aurora, the guilt was the only reason why I could dream of her. And only in my dreams could I see her and touch her, even though I forgot the feeling by morning.
But it had turned out to be a nightmare on that night and I'd lost it. I'd bawled my eyes out shamelessly while drinking as many alcohol as I could find.
I wanted to see her, to feel her in real time. I just missed her that much and at the edge
