Evie
I stammer, shifting uncomfortably on my feet. I had never told him this is my dream. At least, I didn’t remember that I did. It scares me to think about what happened back then. That night had caused a lot of personal issues with who I was as a person. I had to work so hard to find the girl I was. Even now, my past distorts who I am.
But if I look hard enough at the events that had occurred, even before that night, I would see it all so much more clearly.
Six Years Ago
The bell rings and I pack up my backpack. Relief flooded through me as I toss it over my shoulder and start to head out of the classroom. With my head down, not expecting anyone to try and approach me, I ram face-first into a solid chest.
“Ouch,” I groan in annoyance. “Watch your pectorals.”
“Sorry,” a haunting
