Chapter 182
Aaliyah
Standing up from the bed, I walked towards the window and stared at the night sky. My skin prickled with goosebumps as I stood there, lost in thought. Slowly, I became aware of the presence of someone familiar behind me. I heard footsteps approaching, and before I knew it, strong arms encircled my waist. Warm lips brushed the side of my neck, sending a wave of heat through my body.
"Aaliyah."
I recognized the voice almost immediately—it was Tristan's voice. He was dead. I couldn't believe that he was standing behind me, alive and well. This had to be a dream. It was a dream.
I slowly turned around to face him, parting my lips at the sight of Tristan standing tall, his familiar figure and presence filling the room.
My heart started pounding as different emotions swirled within me, overwhelming my senses. All I could do was stand there, staring at him in disbelief, unable to process what was happening.