Dreaming about Jade wasn't a novel occurrence; it had haunted me before, back when we were both seventeen. Those were the school days when animosity veiled our true feelings. I, pretending to harbor resentment towards her, reciprocated that sentiment with fervor. Meanwhile, her heart raced fervently for Ezra, entwined in a love that seemed unattainable.
It all unfolded during a phase when Daisy was desperately vying for my attention. That particular day remains etched in my memory. The setting was a full moon night, whimsically aligning itself with the tapestry of New Year's Eve. A fellow student threw a party, an event where every senior was invited, except for the Omegas—Jade was conspicuously absent from the gathering.
As I reflect on that night, the complex interplay of emotions resu
