They say every cloud has a silver lining. Cliché, I know. But, with twenty-year-old psychology student - Meliora Simmons, the clouds only appear to turn a darker shade of gray with no evidence of a bright side. Nightmares haunt her since her childho...
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❰Meliora❱
"W-What?" I barely managed to speak. My thoughts were disheveled by the proximity of our bodies. I felt like I could faint so I blinked several times and breathed through my mouth to stay awake and alive.
What did he mean by that? If he was some psycho stranger who was stalking me, I had the best spot to hit him and escape. Somewhere deep down though, I prayed for him to not be a stalker. He was too hot to turn into a stalker. In fact, it could work the other way round.
Still, I made sure that the door handle was easy to reach in case he tried something. In my head, the plan was to hit and run. Though, I wouldn't consider myself fit enough to throw a punch. My dainty hands that had broken multiple times and were still magically attached to my body couldn't really be the ones I could count on.
When I looked up at him, I realized he wasn't even looking at me anymore; his eyes were shut and he was breathing heavily. He looked like he was fighting a battle on the inside, his face a reflection of his confliction.
In a swift move, he pulled away and hit the shelf at the back. His sudden action surprised me and caused me to flinch at the contact. He could've easily hurt himself, I was sure of that since the shelf was literally ready to fall down.
The sensation of being on a constant fire, something I had been having, had eased down a little. However, it hadn't settled completely.
Without so much as a word uttered, he started walking towards the exit, leaving me perplexed. Where was he going? He couldn't just leave without an explanation.
I rushed behind him to stop him and on that process, wrapped my hands around his forearm. I had to snap it away almost immediately as soon as I felt it. He was burning too. What was that about?
He stopped moving as soon as my hands touched him and turned around halfway with a clenched jaw. His eyes briefly met mine and I felt like they flashed for a tenth of a second.
"What you saw last night. If you wish to know more, meet me in the woods at eight," he said and then disappeared again.
It wasn't until he was gone that my brain processed everything and then it hit me like a hurricane. I had seen him in my dream from the night Matt died, he was the one watching me, those hazel eyes belonged to him.
The revelation scared me to the bone. Who was this guy and why was he in my dream? How did he know about last night? Was he there too? Did he see everything that I saw? Was he following me? What if he was a stalker and he was baiting me? If I saw him in my dream, there was a possibility of him killing Matt, which scared me even more. Was I ready to take that risk?
