"I dreamt..." I looked up at him, but at that moment, I stopped again.
How could I tell Theo that I had dreamt of him being together with Nicky?
At this moment, my heart was in a panic.
Theo was waiting for me to tell him about it. When I met his gaze, I hesitated for a moment. In the end, I chose to hide that part.
"I dreamt that Sara was strangling me. She wanted to exact revenge on me, and my friends were leaving me." My voice weakened gradually, and I lowered my head.
My heavy heart kept me from lifting my head, and I sighed.
Theo suddenly reached his hand out and stroked my head. It was like a silent comfort.
Lifting my head, I instantly met his narrow, black eyes. For a moment, I was a little confused. I could not help biting my lower lip.
"It’s just a dream. Dreams are the opposite of reality." He comforted me softly.
Were they really the opposite?
I asked silently in my heart. The image of Theo and Nicky hugging in my dream had been engraved clearly into my mind.
Looking at Theo and into his firm gaze, my once flustered heart abruptly calmed.
Theo would not leave me. So many things had happened in the past, but he had never left me. Why would he now?
Thinking of this, my clarity stabilized, and I exhaled.
"Yes, it was all fake," I replied to him lightly.
"Alright, let's go back to sleep."
He helped cover me with the blanket and had me lie down.
His hands gently patted the top of the blanket as he coaxed me like how a mother would when their child was young.
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