I know that she doesn't like my touch but still I tried to calm her so that she can relax in my presence but that apparently seemed impossible.

She put her head on my shoulder as she continued to weep.

"T-that wasn't m-my dream."

She stuttered as she held my shirt. Soaking my shoulder with her tears.

"I should be happy about it but I wasn't." She whispered again.

Being curious I asked, "What was it about?" She shivered when I asked. She doesn't want to ...