Trigger warning: This chapter contains discussions about suicide. Please be advised.
Emmett POV
Falling asleep was effortless with Angelina in my embrace. The warmth of her body calmed me as I slipped into a slumber, entering another realm shaped by her imagination. As I awoke in this dreamworld, I found myself within a desolate building, rows of chairs stretching out before me. A sense of isolation hung in the air, almost like a haunting nightmare.
There, amidst the vacant seats, sat Angelina. But something was amiss. She appeared younger, her face filled with unfamiliarity. My hand passed through her as I reached out, unable to make contact. I observed as she rose from her chair and approached a nearby cabinet. Her delicate fingers clasped a vial, which she held and examined intently.
