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Those gold eyes would fill with tears as blood poured out of his mouth, and he'd give me a sad smile.
"I'm sorry, Jewel. I love you."
It didn't matter how hard I ran, my six-year-old legs never reached his side before those golden jewels dulled and his life faded away.
The dream was always the same, leaving me in shock and triggering screams from my throat.
"Jewel! Wake up."
I jolted up, fighting for breath while my body trembled. Cold beads of sweat dripped down the side of my face.
"Jewel."
I slowly turned my head to my right; my eyes landed on Logan who lay next to me with a distressed look on his face. He cautiously reached out, brushing his hand gently against my cheek.
"It's just a dream, Jewel." His quiet tone and soft expression helped me think properly as my heart began to calm.
I took a few deep breaths, looking around the dark room. Only the tiny stream of moonlight that peeked through Logan's black curtains helped me to determine that it was still nighttime.
"Dream?" I mumbled, feeling incredibly exhausted.
Logan nodded and pulled me into his arms.
I relaxed in his secure hold, the side of my head resting on his bare chest and his hand gently stroking my long hair.
We didn't exchange words. My nightmares had been a regular occurrence during the depths of the night since my brother’s death.
It was one of the reasons why I rarely slept alone; either I stayed at Logan's place or Logan stayed at mine.
When he wasn't there, Alice always stayed with me, shifting into a white fox and cuddling with me. I didn't know if she used magic on me when I slept during those nights, but I never had nightmares while in her company.
With anyone else, however, it didn't matter what spell they put on me. The same nightmare would torment me.
Logan's heartbeat always soothed me during these nights.
I hated that it was frantic and beating fast because of his concern for me, but just as my heart rate returned to a calm pace, so did his.
The beat of his heart and the way he gently stroked my head always did the trick, inviting the darkness of sleep to claim my mind once more.
I allowed my heavy eyelids to close, and just like that, I was fast asleep, dreaming that Logan wouldn't be leaving me.
FRUSTRATION AND MISTAKEN IDENTITY
"Logan, I'm okay. Just drop me off at home and go see your mother," I stressed, walking over to his white dresser next to the window.
"Are you sure? I can just delay it," he suggested as he gave an appreciative glance of me from head to toe.
I grinned, rolling my eyes even as my heart skipped a beat.
I opened the top drawer to my left, the space designated for my clothes whenever I stayed over at his place.
I slept here so often that all three drawers on the left half of his dresser were mine. The top contained pants, shorts, and pajamas, the second had tops and dresses, and the last was for my lingerie.
I picked out a pair of white jean shorts and began to slide them on. I finished pulling up the gold zipper and fastening the gold button.
Then, I pulled open the second drawer and grabbed a red, fitted T-shirt. I turned around to see his little frown of disappointment and laughed.
"You always have the best expressions when I'm putting clothes on," I teased.
