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It wasn't until the next day that Aurelia noticed a change in the silver-haired young man. She felt a lump in her throat, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. How would he respond? With fury, perhaps? Acceptance? She had convinced herself to be courageous. And so she would. 

She had tried touching his dream again, this time not to observe as she had done once before—a silly accident at the time—but one that had opened her to the world of dreams. 

Zariel's dreams were unique, a tad bit different from those of others. She couldn't quite change them, like other dreams. They seemed to be ingrained into his soul or, rather, his past. Unlike dreams that were oftentimes baseless, his were grounded in reality. Twice, she tried to alter his dream, and twice, she failed—until yesterday. It had almost nearly burned her from the inside out.