His clothes were soaked in blood, and the white shirt he wore underneath had turned blood-red.
In the dream, she screamed desperately, wanting to rush to his side, but she was constantly blocked by an invisible barrier. No matter how she charged or kicked, it was all in vain.
All she could do was furiously beat against it, crashing into that barrier between them again and again.
"Matthew Saxon, Matthew Saxon, you can't die. You promised me you'd be alright."
"Matthew Saxon, don't die, I'm begging you, don't die..."
Scarlett Yates was both anxious and heartbroken, feeling as if her heart was being torn apart. She cried and screamed until she woke up sobbing.
She awoke from the dream with a scream.
When she opened her eyes, the room was dimly lit. The last rays of the sunset crept in through the window, casting light on the white windowsill, while the sparrows that had been chirping on the treetops had long flown away.
