Chapter .44.
I rip things apart,
just to prove that they can break.
You are not safe in my hands.
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This must be a dream.
It's the first thought that comes to me as I slowly approach the sobbing child.
I can't come up with any other rationalization explaining how or why. My mind is in a haze, a thick cloud pushing through my thoughts making them obscure and hard to push through. But that one thought is clear within me as the view of the sobbing back becomes closer.
It must be a dream.
The child lifts his head.
My heart beats to loud. Louder than it should as the noise drums in my ears. I can't breathe as I swallow back the thrill that runs through me from the sight of blue eyes that match my own.
"Where is daddy?"
His question confuses me.
That's when I see the discord to my dream.