𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ~ 𝙈𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬

~ 𝓘𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮? 𝓘𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂? ~

She woke up in a heap of sweat and gasped for air. It was a bad dream, but it felt more like a nightmare, an eventuality. She grabbed her face and felt her body, she was all there, everything appeared to be normal. Her eyes zeroed in on her surroundings. She appeared to be in an apartment; she must've fallen asleep on the leather couch. She sighed heavily and readjusted her position; she was now sitting instead of lying down. She placed her head in her hands and continued to breath, she felt the beaded sweat on her forehead. Her clothes were damp, she felt an immense amount of discomfort. She would've taken off her clothes and entered the shower but she had no idea where she was or who lived here. The dwelling appeared to be large and very open. It was dark now and the shadows from the outside world peaked through the giant windows behind her. She turned around and admired the full luminous moon. She left her seat and moved closer to the window, her hands rested on the luscious crimson curtains, the material was exquisite. She closed her eyes and opened them once more, the apartment was dark, there was barely any light, she couldn't see a thing. She began to search for a light source and eventually stumbled across a lamp, she switched it on. She could see well enough now. Yes, the apartment was big. She could see the grand kitchen, the generous hallway and the three closed doors. She stepped forward and the wooden floors creaked slightly. She wondered if there was anyone in one of those rooms, she wondered if they had heard. She stepped into the kitchen; her right hand curled around the hilt of a sharp knife. She was somewhat prepared now. The floors continued to creak as she advanced forward in the hallway. When she reached the first door, the door suddenly swung open to reveal a tall man with dark hair, he was half asleep and yawning. He opened his eyes and saw her standing there with the knife clutched tightly in her hand.

"Why the fuck do you have a knife?" He asked, confused.

She quickly hid the knife behind her back and sighed.

"Are you trying to murder me or something?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"Not even in your damned dreams", she gave him a peculiar unnerving smile. "I didn't know what to think, do you blame me?".

"Not one bit".

She glanced around the dark hallway. "Where are we anyways?"

He stared into her eyes. "It's not mine", he said.

"It's not mine either".

"Are you sure?" He asked dubiously. "Look around". And she did look around, she observed the place meticulously. Realization hit her way to fast.

"Yeah, I remember", she said in a haze. He moved closer to her and touched her hand.

"It's good", he said with a smile. "I like it".

She breathed and exhaled heavily. She stared into his dark eyes and a ghost of a genuine smile appeared on her lips. He leaned in closer and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. She pulled him in closer and hugged him tight. She inhaled his scent, his amazing intoxicating scent. She did not want to let him go, she never wanted to let him go. Her nightmare creeped into her mind once more and she remembered the way that he looked at her, like he loathed her but he couldn't show it, like she was some kind of monster he couldn't kill. She nuzzled his neck and committed his scent to her memory, forevermore. "Tell me you love me", she whispered in his ear as she gently touched the nape of his neck.

"You know I love you", he said breathless.

"I just needed you to say it". She pulled back and stared into his eyes with an unprecedented level of sadness.