The letters floated before your eyes, but you diligently continued to run the tip of the pen over the paper of the notebook, trying to force yourself to continue writing information from the book you took from the local library.

You should have! You need to prepare for the session! Well, you couldn't just take everything and leave it, for the sake of some kind of dream..

In just one second, you have already plunged into the world of dreams, only faintly hearing someone enter your room and someone's strong hand lay on your shoulder, gently squeezing it.

Anton sighed, realizing that you had fallen asleep again while preparing for the session, and looked at your sleeping figure at the table, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

"You don't love yourself at all..." He said softly, more to himself than to you.