I dreamed of Ethan once more.

In fragmented scenes, my heart raced with each moment.

In my dream, it was the day after Ethan had saved me from bullying. I sat by the window, watching Ethan from the neighboring class dash out of the classroom. The wind gently swept his hair back, and his face was full of youthful enthusiasm, with the sunlight perfectly illuminating him. For those fleeting seconds as he ran, I fixed my gaze on him, and it felt as if my heart was pounding in my ears.

I had fallen in love with Ethan.

Another dream took me to a time when Ethan and I sat...