His voice was like music to my fucking ears. I hadn’t just lost my leader and my king when I thought he’d died, but also my best fucking friend. “Are you real?” My voice cracked. “Or is this another sad dream?” His eyes softened, but it was true. Every time I closed my eyes, I dreamed I had saved him. I dreamed I had fought, saved Xavier, and we had stayed. Gods, I hated myself. It hurt to cry, the sobs racking my body and reopening my wounds. I couldn’t stop the tears. Every bit of fear and guilt and regret and grief came pouring out.
