Chapter 1
**Dez**
Dezmond woke in a cold sweat. The ache in his heart was worse than ever before. It had been growing more intense over the past few weeks. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He didn’t bother looking in the mirror, he knew what he would see. His face would be white, and his eyes haunted by the need to find answers. Dezmond needed to know why he was being tormented in his dreams. He was never supposed to dream again.
“I can’t take this anymore,” said Dezmond gloomily.