June's POV:
Funny how the scary, don't-know-don't-care, dark-eyed guy from my class—the one everyone avoided or admired from a distance—is now my fake boyfriend. Or… more than that. Maybe. I don't even know anymore. All I know is that somehow, the guy who once barely looked at me is now the only one I've ever been able to sleep beside without feeling like I was going to shatter into a million pieces.
It's kind of insane when I think about it.
Tonight, I slept for four full hours. Four. Hours. That might not sound like much to anyone else, but for me? That's a goddamn miracle. And the most shocking part? Not a single nightmare. No visits from the darker corners of my mind. No flashbacks. No twisted echoes dragging me back into the hell I've lived through. Just… sleep. Deep, calm, quiet sleep.
And him.
