Chapter Sixteen
I dreamt. I dreamt of you. I dreamt of your skin, your hair, your eyes, your lips—all perfection to me. I dreamt of your smell, your touch, your voice, your words, and then you were gone. My soul was ripped in two as you melted away. I saw the doubt in your eyes as I bore my heart to you, doubt that I put there. I dreamt. I dreamt of you and you were safe in my arms, but when I awoke, my arms were empty, you were still gone and I was more alone than ever. My love did not believe me, my love was convinced I did not want her, need her, or love her. I did that to her. I did that to my Chosen. ~Triktapic
Trik woke with a start. His heart was pounding in his chest, sweat drenched his body, and his clothes stuck to his skin. She had been so real. He had felt her, tasted her. It
