He was a patient man.
He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved.
He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him.
Until you crossed his path and awakened something dee...
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It was a dream like no other. A new dream.
A nightmare.
He was drowning.
He didn't know how he ended up in a pool, trying to swim up to the surface with exertion. It was a glass tank, he could see blurry dark faces of people with indistinct converse and laugh through the transparent wall. He tried to reach his hand up to the open air, to scream for help, only to be pulled back to the bottom. There was something that holding him back, but he couldn't see what it was.
In between his frantic attempt to free himself, then ... he saw you. Of all the people with no clear faces, he recognized you. You were wearing a long blue summer dress, and you were looking at him too. There was no expression on your beautiful face, just ... was it sadness?
He swam to the side, to be close to you. Trying to call your name, but no voice came out. Only bubbles and incoherent mumbles as he banged on the glass desperately to attract your reaction.
Then you turned and walked away, disappeared among the throng of people. You didn't look back.
He tried to call you again, banging harder on the glass partition, until your figure completely vanished. His scream was deafening like a loud ringing on his ear, gaining attention from those faceless people.
It looked like they stared at him, but they had no face, it was unsettling. Then they started laughing. Mocking ridicule one after another, so disturbing that he had to cover his ears to block the noise.
His scream turned primal when he realized you were not coming back. He could feel it, the twisted in his heart, more like a stab ... he lost you. He screamed again ... and screamed ... louder ...
His body jerked with a jolt that instantly roused him up. He was in his bedroom. The sun shined through the skylight was the first thing that came in view. He was sweating profusely, trying to catch his erratic breath.
He was alone, your side of the bed was cold, no sign of you around the room. He was breathing hard, trying to pump more air into his lung. Tonight he slept well, but the brief nightmare drained his recharged energy.
