Page 112 of The Moral Dilemma


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The sun burned his skin, the heat making him light-headed even more than he already was.

“Raf?”

He turned, startled.

“Lucero?” he asked, blinking rapidly as he looked everywhere around him. He could have sworn he heard her voice.

“Raf?”

There it was. Again.

He pivoted.

“Where are you?” he yelled at the top of his lungs.

The world spun around him until he found himself on his back, staring at the blistering sun. Slowly, though, a shadow fell over him.

And there she was.

“Mi luz?” he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks.

He stretched his arms towards her, pulling her into them and inhaling her scent.

She was there. With him.

“I love you,” he said with all the strength that he could muster. “I love you more than anything in this world,” he whispered as he kissed her cheek.

He trailed his fingers up to her jaw, relearning the contours of her face. He peppered kisses all over her face until he reached her lips.

“I love you,” he uttered again.

“I love you, too, Raf,” she replied, kissing him with equal ardor.

They were tangled together on the ground, their bodies flush against one another.

After enduring so much anguish, this was the happiest moment for Raf.

“Let me see you,” he murmured as he cupped her cheeks, letting his eyes roam over her perfect features. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind, he could remember her perfectly. Her tanned skin and the splatter of freckles on the bridge of her nose and her hazel eyes that sometimes were more green than brown.

He pressed his thumb to her lips, slowly pushing it inside of her mouth as she sucked on it, her eyes on his.

“So beautiful. And all mine,” he said in awe.

There was something niggling at his conscience—some type of knowledge that seemed to be buried deep within his subconscious. He knew her, but he also didn’t know her.

He frowned.

There was something about her… Something…

Just as he thought he could grasp onto that thought, his eyes snapped open.

The sun was even stronger, nearly blinding him. In an attempt to shield himself, he turned to his side, curling up in a fetal position as every muscle in his body started aching.

Yet no pain was stronger than the realization that he was all alone.

It had been nothing more than a dream—a hallucination.

Lucero wasn’t there, with him. She was miles away, still in danger. And if he didn’t get himself under control to be able to save her, she could die. That was enough to spur him further. Although it took him a good minute, he managed to push himself to his feet and continue his journey.

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