It was midnight, and Elise had finally drifted into a deep sleep, her body still trembling from the day's chaos. Suddenly, a sharp, insistent alarm cut through the quiet. Her eyes snapped open, heart pounding in her chest.
"Elly… wake up, dear," a familiar voice called softly.
Her breath caught. She blinked—and there, standing before her, were her parents. Her mind raced, trying to reconcile what she was seeing. "How… how are you? And Davon… how is he?" her mother asked, worry lacing her tone.
Elise's heart pounded in her ears. The memories of the kidnappings, the knife, the rescue—were they all a dream? She pinched her arm. It hurt. Too real to be imagination. Yet, the warmth, the intensity of her feelings for Davon, the way he'd protected her, made her question everything.
Her mind whirled with confusion, fear, and hope. Was this a dream… or had it all been real? She didn't know. She could only close her eyes again, letting the uncertainty wash over her. Somewhere deep inside, though, she felt the undeniable pull of what had happened—and who she had fallen for.
Sometimes… the truth isn't about certainty. It's about what your heart chooses to believe.
Was it all a dream? Or was it real? That's for you to decide.
THE END