Hana throat ached and she couldn’t hold a tear that she quickly brushed off her cheek. It had been months since she hadn’t seen his face in her dreams, or in her nightmares. For some reason, the young girl made her feel calm “It’s okay… A bad dream that is all.” It was more than that. Hana got up and started making herself some tea. “Do you want some?” She asked. It felt as if something was gripping her stomach, she felt sick.
Tessa has had one of those moments when you want to be left alone, but at the same time you didn't. Thinking that this girl needed a distraction, she shook her head and laid a soft hand on her shoulder. With a smile, she nudged her chin back to where the girl was sitting before.
"I can make you tea, go sit down," she warmly offered as she opened the cupboard and took the assorted box of teas out. Since been living in New York, she's forgotten to make organic tea. She's become stuck with commercialized tea bags for substitute.
"Do you want to talk about it? I always find it soothing to share my dreams--especially nightmares," Tessa teased lightly.













