Lana’s P.O.V.
This all felt so surreal. One minute, a stranger placed his hand on top of my head, and the next, I was being catapulted back into my dreams without even being asleep. Only this time, I wasn’t looking at it from a third person point of view. This time, it was me. I was Elise, I was Melanie. I felt the love in their hearts, MY heart! I felt their sadness and their pain, the passion they held for their loved one, for August and Lewis, for Jamie! I felt their pain as they died, and I wanted to scream and cry along with them, because all I wanted was Jamie, and he wasn’t there to hold me close, to comfort me and protect me. Since I was left all alone in the darkness of death every single time. And the very next second, everything about the dreams vanished, as I found myself back
