#exesstillburn

[echoledger]

She Still Dreams of Me. Doesn’t She?

I heard my name last night.

Not out loud. In that way you feel it. The kind that finds you between sleep and sighs.

“Elena.”

And for a second, I wanted to answer.

But I was alone. And she wasn’t calling for me anymore.

Still… She said it. She still dreams of me.

Doesn’t she?