Julien Pov
I woke up and laid there in my bed, as I always did every morning. I liked to lay there and keep my eyes closed, remembering every bit of the detail from my dream. It didn’t stay in my mind forever, like most dreams they faded from memory over time, but I still liked to remember it as long as I could. It was always about her, and they were so much more vivid in the past few months since that day she held my shirt with her shaking hands, sending fire throughout my body with her touch. Ever since that day, I watched her from a distance, sensing how unhappy she was. She was spiraling, slowly fading away. Her face held the same fake smiles and her hand flipped the same lock of hair as groups of people followed her around and hung on her every word. But I could see her unhappiness u
