ISABELLE'S POV— 86

It was morning; by the time I opened my eyes, the rain had stopped falling, and the sun shined bright. Kyler still lay beside me, asleep.

I had the craziest night of my life last night. I rolled to his sides and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful until his brows thinned, and his calm expression turned into sadness, his breath heavied.

"Hey," I tapped his cheeks slightly, and his eyes opened, catching my wrist most tightly. It burned where he held onto me, "You're hurting me," I said. He blinked, probably trying to recognise who it was, "It's me. It's Isabelle," I said, scared for my life.

"Shit, I'm sorry, love," he said, releasing me.

"It's fine," I paused for a while, our eyes locked. I rested my forehead against him, and he smiled, holding me. "Was that a nightmare?" I caressed his head gently.

"Just a bad dream," he said, his voice rough and hoarse.

"Does it happen often?" Kyler wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me. He took a deep breath, our forehead pressed aga