ADELINE
When I open my eyes, I'm not in prison anymore.
The air is different, warmer and comfortable.
The bed beneath me is plush, the sheets cool against my skin. The faint scent of pinewood and something distinctly Drystan clings to the air.
After being mentally tormented in the prison for days, I am now in Drystan's room… Again.
Ironically, the last time I opened my eyes here a few days ago, I saw Julia in Drystan's embrace.
Just as I try to move, I feel a sudden weight on my hand that feels numb by now.
Slowly, I turn my head.
Drystan is sitting on the bed.
His head is bowed low, his forehead pressed gently against the back of my hand. And he is holding my hand tightly like he's afraid to let go.
A dull ache settles in my chest as I remain still.
I am afraid that the moment will break the moment I move. More afraid that this will turn out to be a dream.