"Rafael! Come back here!" Clara shouted.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"No!" I woke up. I was still in my bed, drenched in cold sweat. What the hell was that? It felt so real. It was the third time I had dreamt about Rafe's accident as if it happened to me instead. This time, it wasn't just voices. Clara was there, too and she was standing across the road, calling for his name. Damn it, what did it mean? Why did I keep seeing those images? Was I seeing how my brother died? Maybe I was. I'd been thinking about it lately. I had been thinking what would it be like if it was me. Or maybe, it's because we were twins, I could see right through him.
I stepped out of the bed and went to the kitchen. I opened the fridge then grabbed a bottled water. I chugged the water it straight down my throat. I blew out a sharp breath of relief, running my fingers through my scalp.
I turned around and saw Clara standing behind me.
"Why are you still awake? Can't sleep because you didn't make it to the club today?" she joked.
I frowned, "No. I just had a bad dream."
She nodded, "I see, can I have some water, too?"
"Sure," I opened the fridge again and picked a bottle then gave it to her.
"Thanks," she smiled as she twisted the lid.
"When Rafael died, you were there, right? You saw him die right in front of your eyes?"
"He didn't actually die on the spot. He was still alive when we got him to the hospital, but he eventually passed away there. Why?"
Did he die in the hospital? I thought he died the moment he was hit by the truck. "Uh, I just wanted to know."
"Your family didn't tell you?" she asked.
"They did tell me, yes. It's just—it's not how I pictured it."
She frowned, "You were picturing his death?"
"Listen, it is strange to dream about him, right? I don't know, it's just too odd. I also thought that maybe because we're twins, right? Don't you think? Is it weird?"
She curtly nodded, "Yeah, a little, but my cousins are twins too, and they're somehow connected, so yeah."
But he's already dead. Was that possible? "I see," I nodded. "I guess I should go back to bed. Go back to sleep, Clara. Tomorrow is the big day." I smiled.
"Are you sure, you're okay?" she asked, "You're sweating."
"I'm fine. Get back to sleep."
"Please don't put it there, Ramone."
Ramone was holding a huge ceramic vase and he was about to put it aside Rafael's former desk. It was Rafe's favorite pottery. I didn't want to confuse myself again and see Travis standing next to the vase.
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The Enigmatic Billionaire (Sloan Brothers #1)Romance
Being an executive assistant to the sexy beast Rafael Sloan drained the life out of me. He was the first person I saw in the mornings and the last person I spoke to at night and weekends. I knew was going to do the right thing. I told him I was quit...