A few days have passed since I made up with Christopher. Each day I texted and called Eli, and each day I received no response. I have a class with him today, so hopefully we can speak in public to work through this conflict.

Each night was a sleepless one filled with the same nightmares. In every single scenario, no matter where I was or what I did in my dream, it always ended with Christopher dying. Whether his head was chopped off, a stake was stabbed through his heart, or he was pushed off of a building- he always ended up dead. I also always ended up waking up...