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Unknown Binding
First published September 3, 2020
Ever since Liam had started working with her on her dreams, she dreamed often of fire and rage—of a bloody world filled with darkness and fear, and so much anger. But it never coalesced into anything she could understand. The terror continued to plague her with no end in sight. But this dream was different. She could hear screams echoing in the forest, but she couldn’t seem to find the source.
”Knock it off, Allie,” Darius said. “You’re going all glassy-eyed again and it’s kinda obvious you aren’t talking to me.”
“Sorry.”
“Is her freaking?”
“Not really, just trying to keep his lunch down.”
“Come on, us making out is not that disgusting.”
“He can feel what I’m feeling. So just then it was kinda like he was the one making out with you.”
“No. No. No. Unsay it, Red. Please unsay it.”
“Next time give me a little warning and I’ll block him.”
The book slipped off her lap and crashed to the floor, jarring her from the waking vision. All this time, she’d seen the forest and the orchard in her dreams and she’s just dismissed it as nothing of importance. But this was different. Allie’s clairvoyance was trying to warn her. Her dreams weren’t just junk anymore.
”And when you enter the world of dreams, do not ever leave your own dreamscape. This is very important, Allie. This world is infinite and it is very easy to get lost here when you are not a dreamwalker. It could drive you mad if you found yourself trapped in someone else’s dreamscape.”
”I don’t want to need any guy. I don’t want to be the girl who can’t figure her own shit out so she uses her boyfriend as a crutch to lift herself up.”
No matter what happens between us, we will always be more than just friends. We will always be equals. It would break my heart to lose you, but you’re part of me now. The best part of me. No matter where life takes us, we will always have that.
He frowned down at the intricate drawing of vines and flowers. He changed his attitude when he saw the lines of poetry she’d worked into the black and purple vines that would follow the path of her scars. It all spoke of positive body image and accepting her perceived imperfections as part of the unique and beautiful person she was, inside and out. It was a message to herself. She didn’t want to let the ugly scar affect her anymore, she was ready to embrace it as the badge of honor it was.