Chapter 6

“You what?” he asked still confused, “This henna is from Cassiopeia, a character from my story, the one I’m currently writing.” He grabbed my wrist and examined it closely.

“Are you sure you didn’t draw this?” I glared at him, “I’m a writer not an artist, you know I can’t draw even if my life depends on it.”

He still didn’t look convinced, so I continue eating. No matter how many times I tell him, he just won’t believe it, but come to think of it, Cassiopeia and Xander were not a dream, they are true and alive, and this henna is a proof of it.

More questions started to form in my head and it’s starting to give me headache.

“Kaia look, can we please take a break from that story?” he pleaded and all I can do is nod weakly. No use in making him believe me now, he’s starting to get irritated.

My phone vibrated; it was from an unknown num