Chapter 16

“NO! PLEASE DON’T!”

I woke up and turn over to recover my breath. I had a dream about the guy following me with the knife. I looked around and noticed that it was already dark. There was also a lot of rain and thunder. The sound of thunder and the brightness of thunder in the window caused me to hide my tears. Thunder and lightning clash as though they were engaged with one another.

When I turned to my side, I noticed Randall’s head resting on the edge of the bed, while he sat on the monoblock chair. Our roles were similar to that of a patient and a hospital guardian. My gaze roved over the room—it was our old room. Every time I recall that we’re not like before, my heart pierces anew.

I take my time getting up so he doesn’t wake up. I’ll go to the other room so he can get some rest. He abruptly spoke when my foot was on the floor.

“What are you going to do?” He still does not remove his head from the position of lying down. Perhaps he awoke because he felt t