The rain poured down and splattered against the cold concrete below. The entire sky was grey, cloudy and dark. You were awake…and you didn’t know why— or at least, it’s what you told yourself.

Mateo Reed was your favourite person. You often thought about him and that horrific, cold and painful day. The day you let him slip through your fingers into the icy grip of death.

Unknown to your knowledge, he was alive. And currently watching you panic in bed from the nightmare with solemn eyes.