LARA’S POV
I dreamt about myself last night—myself meaning the original Lara of this world. I knew that it was not me, the Lara from my original world, because I was only a watcher in the dream; and it was like I was watching a completely different person.
I was with Zion, and I could tell by how we looked that it must have been during the first year we became college and possibly the first year of our friendship too. Zion looked more boyish. I would describe him as “cute” and it would fit him perfectly. I, on the other hand, looked the same. A little less mature on my features, but, nevertheless, it was almost I did not change.
“Do you think you would have liked me if I didn't talk to you first?” He casually asks.
Sipping on the warm chocolate drink he gave me, I smiled as if I rememb
