MAGNOLIA
"Good morning, beautiful."
My eyes open and encounter the face I'm very much familiar with in my dreams recently. His head is prop up, resting in his palm, those piercing blue eyes staring back at me.
"Reign..."
"You look so beautiful when you sleep." He softly said, smiling down at me.
"Don't do that."
He didn't say a word, but he maintained our eye contact while slowly brushing a strand of hair from my face.
Ignoring me, he asked after an uncomfortable silence, "What do you want to do?"
I could feel the swelling of my eyes as I had pathetically cried myself to sleep last night, enjoying the comfort of his closeness while being calmly swayed in his arms, which had lulled me to sleep.
"Tell me you hate me." Because I am beginning to fear this isn't hatred anymore. He w
