*Daphne*
That night as I shivered in my sleep, Rion’s memories haunted me again. They were vague, but I knew they were not my dreams but an invasion of his thoughts he had put to rest, but still bothered him. I knew this with just how grueling they were to watch.
It was like watching a car crash happen over and over. The same brutal scenes opened up my eyes to another person’s life, someone who had such a rotten childhood compared to mine.
I had been lucky.
His memories made a night of marching through my subconscious until they had had enough and slowly disappeared like fog wafting off the shores of a placid ocean. They were filmy and ethereal that night, or at first, they were.
I waded through his dreams and sunk deep where I melted into his old-world reality. The visions were closer to waking nightmares. I found it hard to keep up with his speed in some of them, but the vision memory always tugged me along for the ride.
