Literature
The Campfire Stories - Chapter 8
Chapter 8 - Best Friends
The next morning, I awoke from my blissful dreams of Arden laughing at the party as well as Eve staring into me with her red eyes. I'm not sure which part of my dreams stuck with me more. I threw the covers off me and sat up on the edge of the bed. My head, which was cradled in my hands as they rubbed my eyes, swirled with the flickering memories of certain parts in my dream.
I could remember Arden, walking away from me without care, in the hands of Biern. They were dancing, Biern smiled at her, she laughed delicately in his arms. I watched from a w