(Amara POV)
I had a strange dream last night...
I looked at the slightly open window. There was a light cold breeze coming from them. I sighed and got up from my bed.
I will probably get a cold by tomorrow if I don't close them.
But I stopped in front of the window and looked down. My room was on the fifth floor and there were no trees around. Just a bland training ground.
"There is no way" I mumbled locking the window and getting back to my bed.
I covered my eyes with the back of my hand letting out a sigh.
I dreamt of him.
I dreamt of him climbing through that window. I dreamt of him caressing my cheeks and kissing me on my forehead.
"Strange" I whispered, my hands covering my forehead. "I still feel the sparks"
Why does it feel so real?
I looked at the window my mind someho
