Was it real? Or an illusion?

[FLASHBACK]

A faint groan was heard as Quentin opened his eyes. The second his vision cleared, the first thing he saw was a pair of purple eyes looking at him curiously. 

Deep lines appeared between his brows before memories of moments ago flooded his mind. 

Quentin quickly sat up in terror, touching his neck to check if it was still intact. Not long ago, he knew his head fell over his shoulders. Was he dreaming?

Noticing the observant eyes on him, he looked up at the person squatting beside him. Latrice still had this innocent look on her face, which differed from the look he saw when she came in. 

"Uh." He cleared his throat, strangely, finding it hard enough to speak at the moment. He opened his mouth, and it took him a moment to find his voice.