Breakaway | d.h

Chapter Eight

I shot up from my spot in bed quickly, taking a deep breath as I scoped the dim walls around me. A dream. It was a rather peculiar dream, one that I had witnessed a couple times before. Although the outcome is always different every time.

I felt a warm body beside me sit up and join me, "is everything alright?" A sleepy Dan questioned me.
I smiled slightly, knowing that I wasn't back at home. "Sorry, just a bad dream."

"It's alright, I had that dream again too." He frowned, and turned to look out the window.

That dream. Again? Dan had been having the same dream every night ever since we started seeing each other again. It was like it was meant to happen, like it was fate.

"Again?" I asked and pulled a warm, purple blanket over my shoulders.

He nodded, not saying a word as he focused on the stars outside the window.

I knew he was hurting then, though it never really occurred to me before. The dream was haunting him, like some sort of bad memory you can't escape. Making him question every move he made before he makes it.

"Do you think it's true?" He asked me softly, keeping his gaze on the night sky.

I thought about it for a moment. How he loses me in his dream. Not once, nor twice, but every night for the past two weeks.

"I won't allow it, I can't lose you now. Not after everything we've been through." I promised as I watched his chocolate hair move with the midnight breeze.

He turned to me, locking his hazel eyes with my blue ones. " it'll only be a matter of time before Lance decides he wants you back."

I kept quiet and turned my head to look out of the window. I remembered watching the stars with him, our first kiss, and sharing secrets. It was all too much for me. I needed to face my fears. I needed to break away from him, and his crooked ways.

"Let's go to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be stressful," I muttered, trying to change the subject as I slipped my hand into his.

"Too late," Dan mumbled as a dim light began to shine through the window.