ILIANA’S POV
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The sky is dark, but the glowing moon and shining stars act as lights. “You ever think that in your previous life you were something else?” Drystan asks in a mere whisper as we lay next to the pool on lounge chairs that’s pressed up one another. The entire boat is quiet, most of the lights off, and I enjoy the soft cool breeze kissing the side of my thighs as I stare up at the sky, his question lingering in my mind. “I think I could have been a surgeon,” A smile tugs at my lips as I think of the picture my dad has in his office. It’s of me, a very younger me, wearing a white coat, a plastic stethoscope hanging around my neck, and a fake scalpel clutched in my tiny fist as I hover over my doll. “You think?” amusement is laced in his tone, and my head rolls to face him, “I h
