The next morning when I woke up I couldn't get that dream out of my head. I can't forget the sense of dread I felt when I thought of Wyatt being taken, and I can't understand why.
All I knew was that since that dream everytime I think of Wyatt my heart flutters and I think of his lips, or his body pressed against mine, the way his hair feel when I run my hands through it.
Then when I think of that dream again I think that, I can't lose him, not
again.
I'm still in a haze as I get ready for school.
when I do get to school I'm to out of it to even talk to Eric.
I just go through the motions and go to class. But when Wyatt walks in he looks and we look at each other, everything Comes back to me. every time we held hands, every time we kissed, the nights we shared together in bed. Every memory is back and I can tell it's the same for him.
Wyatt walks up and sits down, "we are talking at lunch."
_____________________________________________AN: sorry for the late update. I'm in the process of moving so I'm very busy.
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