ANGER

EMERALD'S POV

I blinked twice but didn't disappear. "Draven?" My voice was deep, I could barely hear myself. "It's okay" he stroked my back slowly, "you're not alone, I'm here". I didn't know if it's due to the effect of the nightmare I just or it was because of his words. I didn't care either, my arms wrapped around him and my forehead fell on his hard chest and I let the tears out. I didn't even understand why I was crying, they weren't real, maybe the Cleo guy was still ...