What a dream.

After two long years of mourning, believing you were gone, Ethari had finally gotten his heart back. He had held you so tightly, sobbing with pure relief, vowing never to let go. The weight of your supposed death had shattered under the reality of your return.

A dream so vivid, so cruel to wake from.

But he had to.

Ethari sits up, rubbing a tear from his eye—only to freeze. A head rests on his chest, warm and real. His breath catches as the truth settles in.

It hadn’t been a dream.

You were really here.