Chapter 11 - Wishful Thinking

As an avid reader, I sometimes couldn’t help but imagine my life inside my head. Usually, I would imagine things to happen based on what I read in books. Due to my relatively wide imagination, a single sentence would conjure a single moment in my head that in turn will create a massive sequence that will become a future.

None of those wild imaginations and daydreaming could ever conjure up the moments that I experience now.

Back then, the thing I would normally imagine is how Drayce would save me when I’m lonely, sad, and hurt. How he’d skillfully pull me out of my misery and take away the pain even the ones I have hidden well within.

Maybe, that’s why a lot of writers write about being saved. Deep within, maybe we all wanted to be saved.

It’s written for books, movies, or other media because normally, a savior—a knight in shining armor— wouldn’t arrive. That savior wouldn’t know telepathically the things that bring you pain.