Black.
Pitch Black.
The only color I had seen for a very long time.
Or so it seemed.
---20 June 1962,
Venice, 11:30 a.m.---
I woke up, panting.
I found myself in the middle of a busy market.
People were buying all sorts of things, everywhere.
"Well, isn't this wonderful?" I muttered, sarcastically, under my breath.
"Why, yes. It is rather astonishing. How you keep ending up at the same place as me all the time though, is beyond my thinking capacity." he whispered in my ear, appearing behind me, and grabbing my shoulders.
It didn't make me jump. At least, not this time. I think I'm finally getting used to him appearing out of nowhere.
"Oh, mine too," I replied to him, preparing to attack.
I slowly but cautiously drew the small dagger that I could feel tucked in my waist belt and clutched it tightly in my right hand.
Ready to attack, I spun around and in a split second, jabbed the sword into the left side of his neck.
No blood.
That's odd...
..wait. But, that means...
"I will find you. In whatever dream you are in, wherever it is happening, whenever it is happening. I will always find you." he smirked, emphasizing the word whenever.
Then, everything and everyone around me, including him, obliviated into nothing.
And black was all I could see, yet again.
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General Fiction"It won't stop!" I screamed... ..."I will find you! I will always find you." he said to me... -------------------- Dream after dream after dream after dream... This is not the type of cliché dreamland story filled to the brim with prissy pink prince...
