Prologue
She was sitting in her room, on the soft mattress of her warm bed. Her head hung forward as her long golden hair covered her face like a shield to the moon shinning through the curtains which was slightly opened.
Warm tears was slowly running down her red cheeks, like an unhurried fountain. The source of the water flow was coming from her bright blue eyes which shone brighter then the nearest star.
Subconsciously she stroked the small, dark brown mark on her wrist. It was the shape of a half broken heart which she had since birth. It always made her feel better, it made her feel like she was at home. She found remorse and silent comfort from this tiny mark on her joint.
This was the fifth time she had dreamed about him this week, and every night it's the same thing replaying over in her mind. And every night she would wake up crying, longing for him. Missing him dearly even though she has never met this man before.
She could still feel his soft, short, pitch black hair beneath her trembling fingers. His magical grey eyes which held a lot of love for her, watching her while she laid beside him. His soft lips moved in slow paces as he chants his love for her over and over again. bringing her small body into his built arms. Warmth wrapped around her body like a second skin, he planted his perfect lips onto hers and that's when she would wake up, wishing she could go back to slumber forever.
She believed that she was cursed with this dream, even if it felt like a blessing while her eyes where closed and she felt him beside her. This dream had been the same since her eighteenth birthday which was two years ago.
She felt connected to him, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She thought he was some guy her mind made up because she was so alone, after her parents died and her brother moved away. She locked herself from the world, refused to make friends but ended up making one anyway.
He was always the same but yet his appearance blew her away every time she saw him. He was perfect, every inch of him was. He felt good to her, and dangerous at the same time.
He was sitting on the side of his cold and empty bed. His arms rested on his knees while his face was buried in his hands. Sweat prickled his forehead making his pitch black hair paste against his skin as he panted vigorously. Frustration filled him as soon as he woke up from his dream.
His grey eyes was filled with tears yet to be shed. But he wasn't one to cry, especially not over a woman he has never met before. His fingers lightly stroked over the dark brown spot on his wrist. It was that of a half broken heart which he had carried with him since birth.
It brought him comfort and love, he had no idea how or why. But it made him feel calm every time he touched or looked at it. But even with the mark, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
His heart pounded in his chest like a machine gun, his body yearned to be touched by her again. Right then and there he wished to go back to sleep but he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried.
This was the fifth time he had dreamed about her, and every night it's the same thing replaying in his mind.
She was laying beside him, her smile was big and bright as she looked up at him. Her bright blue eyes prickled with love and lust while she stared at him, her golden hair felt like silk between his fingers. She was beautiful, so perfect. He would think every time he awoke from his dream.
He had never seen someone as beautiful as the woman laying beside him. He felt himself say "I love you" Over and over again before he brought her into his arms. Her skin was soft against his and it made him shiver every time her fingers lightly grazed his skin.
He felt her soft lips touch his, the perfect feeling. He thought again. But then he would be punished as he woke up. frustration and heartbreak would fill him immediately. He would long for her, he would miss her soft voice saying those three words back to him. He would miss her feather skin against his.
He always thought this dream he had was a blessing to his messed up life. She was the only light he had after a long time of being in the dark. But it would be torture for him to wake up.
She always looked the same, beautiful as always. She was the most breathtaking woman he had laid eyes upon. And he has seen a lot of girls in his time on earth.
He has had these dreams since his eighteenth birthday which was four years ago. Every night he would dream of her but there are some nights where he dreams of nothing feeling disappointed the morning after.
She looked perfect and he just knew she was, it was a shame she wasn't real. She looked so pure and innocent in his dreams, he felt like he belonged with her but at the same time he felt like he could break her with one wrong move.
