CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

LUCA'S POV.

The relief I had felt seeing Scarlett talk and alive was unexplainable. I'd just woken up from a horrible dream where everything that had happened yesterday had played out, but with a different ending. In that dream, I didn't save her fast enough from taking those pills and she ended up dead in my arms while I sulked in regret.

I knew the dream was stemming from the fact that, that was something that had happened with Isabella. I'd been late to save her and had ended up sulking for the rest of my life.

That was why immediately she had taken those gulps of water, I'd pulled her in for a hug, unable to stop myself any longer. For some reason my mind was convincing me that she was Isabella, and I'd saved her. It was messed up, but to be honest, hugging her made me feel so much better about what I'd done.

I felt like with her, I'd corrected something at least. I'd done what I was supposed to do before it was too late.

I just closed my eyes and imagined her to be my sister