Amalia Anderson
I slept and tried to forget, but the monster chased me out in my dreams. I stirred in bed, and then I felt the warm and protective embrace of Andrew. I slowly opened my eyes, and he was there, his eyes staring straight into mine, his soft smile, loving, warm... mine...
I was afraid on many levels, but never of him... He was security, protection, and strength. He was the one who saved me, and the one who, after all of it, looked at me with tender eyes, devotion, and love.
"How are you feeling?"He slowly caressed my hair, as if trying to comb my unruly strands.
"In pain, dizzy... drained..." I mumbled, and he nodded.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, and I shook my head, causing me a massive headache in the process. I didn´t want him to ask for room service; I would rathe
