You’re a girl who finds herself lost in dreams often. You dream of being prettier, richer—hell, you’d say you dream of being more respected but you’re not respected at all. You dream of being acknowledged, is probably a better way of putting it.

You dream of him, most of all. His pale skin and full mouth and his eyes—so blue and arrogant. You think you love him and that’s a problem, because he loves her.

Lauraline.

You don’t blame him. You just dream of a world where he didn’t.