Slowly, as if coming out of a dream, the warmth travelled down my body left and only the cold took its place. Blinking as if to clear the haze of a sweet dream, it was a couple of blinks later before I realized that I was back in the kitchen with Nicole, Justin, and Rastor.
Somehow, Train has taken the seat beside Rastor, his hand on Rastor’s shoulder. My hand felt as if it was swimming in water with how slow I was able to remove it from Nicole’s shoulder. All of their eyes remained closed, a hand on another’s shoulders so that we were all touching one another in a circle until I broke it when I removed my hand.
I don’t know what happened. That seems to be my go-to phrase these days but unfortunately, I doubt that would change any time soon seeing as I have no knowledge of anything that
