Stories of Love In The Air

(PR) Nightmare become reality[3]

Rain's pov:

When i woke up, i was wrapped up in his arms, with my ear against the spot over his heart.

His heartbeat was strong and steady and his chest was moving up and down rhythmically as he breathed.

He's alive...

He's really alive...

And I'm alive too...

I'm not dead...

We're both ok...

I looked at my arm that was in front of my face on his chest.

The scars were peeking out from under the sleeves.

It wasn't just a nightmare.

She was wrong.

I didn't just have a scary dream about him getting hurt.

These scars are proof of that.

They prove that what i had gone through was real.

I had died... While watching him die too...

And i was sent back in time, to the morning of that day again...

But this time, since neither of us left the bedroom the whole day, we're still safe.

I didn't get kidnapped... And he didn't have to go save me...

I slowly pushed myself up into a seating position, looking around the room.

Everything was still the same. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I looked down at p'Phayu. He was sleeping soundly.

No sign of pain or any kind of wounds on his body.

I reached out and put my hand on the side of his neck where he had gotten stabbed.

He doesn't have a scar there.

Did only i get the scars because i was sent back in time?

He obviously doesn't have those memories...

I looked toward the door when i heard it open.

P'Saifah slowly stepped inside, looking toward me with a worried look.

He stopped when our gazes met.

They all were really worried yesterday... Especially since i wouldn't even tell them anything...

I could see slight relief forming in his expression as he looked between me and p'Phayu.

He must be relieved that now I'm at least letting him go this much. Yesterday i wouldn't move even an inch away from him after all.

"How are you feeling, Rainy?" He asked softly as he came closer to the bed.

Feeling...

My chest feels empty.

The anxiety and fear aren't there anymore but now, there's nothing there at all.

It feels as if my insides have been carved out.

Leaving nothing but an empty shell behind.

"Ok," I uttered instead.

I could tell he clearly didn't believe that but just nodded instead of trying to push.

"Are you feeling up to going downstairs today?" He asked.

Downstairs...

He didn't say outside. Just downstairs.