I felt an intense sense of longing. It was a familiar feeling. My heart aches so much from that I felt I will be ripped to shreds. My heart kept wanting to run into the figures longing arms. Embrace him and say sorry but... Who is he? Why do I feel such intense emotions for him? Suddenly I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. It was not out of fear or intimidation it was... relief… I somehow know that he won't hurt me ever. But how do I know that? I should be scared, I should be thinking of a way to escape but all I could want was to be captured by that alluring figure. His crimson red eyes were so dark that it almost looked like blood, his pale yet clear face with his lush red lips ( I know it's too vivid but pardon me!) Looked so attractive. As if I was being pulled into him, his dark black hair looked, as if it was sucking in all the darkness and his two beautiful red horns... what the heck! He has horns! Why does he have horns? He isn't a human? Is this one of those dreams? But how could my imagination be so beautiful? Wait, why am I thinking about him? A damned weird ghost just now tried to attack me!! It tried to attack me? Why me though ? Did I get cursed? Did I get cursed because I called my sister idiot? Is she really a witch? I knew she was a witch!
Leti – Leticia, damn it Leticia ! Wake up!
Huh who is Leticia I think to myself but all my thoughts fade away when I see that pale yet alluring face so close to my lips. He called me Leticia . I wonder if he mixed me up with someone else.
Wait, what happened to the ghost? I asked him and he sighed. What was there to sigh about?
When I peeked behind him, I saw the ghastly lady crumble and turn into ashes, but there was something strange… she was relieved. She looked so happy yet so … sad. A tear rolled her eyes just before she completely disappeared into thin air...
why do I feel as if something too dear to me was taken away just now? I pushed back my absurd thoughts to ask some damned questions from the oh-so-handsome-pale-figure.
But he was gone… seriously? It's not good manners though!
I heard my family and my best friend barge into my room with worry lacing their faces. I was completely out of sleep paralysis by now. I jumped out my bed and hugged my family. As much as I tried to play it cool, I was in reality very much scared. My hands still trembled from events but my heart beat fast because of some unpleasant reasons.
In the end, everyone concluded that it was nothing but a dream, but I know it was not!
I see him almost every night, he sits in the corner of my bedroom, not in creepy way, but as if it was his way of protecting me. His head always dunk down and was always tired. I wonder who he is? Why is he protecting me? And why don't I find everything absurd or scary? So many unanswered questions…....
A few days later…..
Oleander, are you okay dear? My dad asked looking all worried. Guess I really have been acting weird these days. Stella came forward with the same worried look as my father.
Okay! Let's hit a club ! We are going to have some fun! This idiot made everything so serious. Isabelle said so sudden, that I felt my heart beat fast with surprise. Why can't she ever be normal? But maybe going to a club will really help…..
That same day…..
I take it back! Whatever I said about going to a club helping me, I take it back!
The club was bustling with music and alcohol. We made our way to the counter when I felt something... The same presence! He's here! The fact sent a shiver down my spine not out of fear but something completely different. Isabelle was now dancing in the dance floor like a rabid dog. Isn't she supposed to be, you know, a bit more shy and reserved? Like people in parapsychology are like that, aren't they? Wow now I sound like a mean person! Well it doesn't matter anyway!
Spill it! Tell me what you are thinking about all this time! Claire asked me, while a "I-know-it-all" look was plastered on her face. I hate that look on her. That look means that she's not going to stop until she gets what she wants.
Nothing..... just a little something... I said while still thinking about him
Something or someone? She asked with a devilish grin on.
I shot my head fast, when I heard the question. Is she serious? (The reaction was done involuntarily) Claire laughed at me for an eternity before she finally calmed herself down.
So, who's the lucky guy who caught miss oleander's eye? She said with a stupid grin glued on her face.
He's .... How should I say this?... You know how I always get these nightmares, right? I paused for a bit when I saw Claire nodding vigorously as an answer to my question. I chuckle a bit before starting again. And you remember what happened this morning, right? Again she nods her head. Silly Girl.
At that time, the nightmare didn't quite feel like a dream. It felt as if it was in the border line of dream and reality. It was not real but it was not a dream either. Something that could harm me but can't harm my physical state. It was something truly weird, the thing which was trying to attack me looked so sad… almost as if she didn't want to do it. But then suddenly "he" appeared. He was not a human... but rather something more beautiful and mysterious, something more alluring. And in a blink, he took care of that thing. I don't know how but he did! And when the creature was disappearing, she looked so happy and relieved and guilty. And a bit sad, as if she's sad because she has to leave so soon. At that moment , I felt, myself waking up, but before closing or maybe opening my eyes. I saw that he had horns. And rather than being scared, I felt attracted towards him. You see, I can sometimes feel his presence lingering around me, and his presence is... always so comforting, familiar but whenever I feel his presence I feel intense longing, so much that it makes my heart hurt with sadness.
Claire sat there, dumbfounded, her eyes big with surprise and something else.... Fear? Does she know something?