Paxton's POV
“Hailey….” I muttered as I struggled in my sleep. I rolled to the right side and to the left side, grunting and pulling at what was invisible.
I thrashed on the bed as if I was fighting for my life. “Hailey!” The bed bounced at the impact of me jumping off it.
Beads of sweat covered my entire body. “What the hell….” I mumbled, assuring myself that everything was okay, but nothing was okay.
Deep down, I knew nothing was okay. A yearning at the other side of the wall that I had been trying so hard to reach onto.
This was the dream I have been having frequently since the beginning of the last two months. I didn’t know how to explain it, the dream or whatever else that it contained.
It was always the same. Me, the young, pretty girl, and the walls that were keeping us apart.
