Bab 150: Chapter 103

"And that's okay," he calls me to attention when my eyes begin to drift to my hands in my lap. "You'll tear yourself to pieces trying to be like everyone else." I don't think I'll ever be able to understand how Bennett always finds the right words to say because now I feel just a little less guilty about keeping myself locked in my room since we got back. Like maybe I'm not so selfish for leaving my brother to do everything on his own.

There's a sigh that leaves my lips. "You're right," I admit. "But I didn't come here to waste your time. I came here to tell you about a dream—" I correct myself quickly. Nothing like what I saw will ever be a dream. Dreams aren't real. That was. "A vision I had. It's been bothering me and I think you need to know about it."

Bennett leans forward in his fancy office chair, inching closer to me. "A vision?" he asks.