Chapter 63: May We

Charlotte I didn’t dream often. But when I did, it was always a little too stupid. So when I dreamed about Damien getting down on his knees with a bouquet of flowers, a bloody nose, and a busted lip, his clothes tattered while his knuckles were bruised, I thought perhaps I was watching too much Netflix. Then again, it wasn’t Netflix I had watched before bed last night, so it wasn’t unexpected. "Be my girlfriend," Damien said in a croaky voice. "Will you do it?" His lips curled to reveal a slightly bloody smile, the blood somehow coming from inside his lips. "Come on," he said. "Let's do it so everyone can make fun of you," he added, and suddenly started laughing, nearly doubling over, clutching his belly and laughing like a maniac. Then, suddenly, I found myself in the office, and everyone was laughing at me, especially Harold and Lily. My body felt heavy, and as I peeled myself out of bed, I was reminded of just how little sleep I got last night. My head ached, my limbs felt like