[ September 20th ]
I sat up straight in my bed, still breathing hard. My mind was a jungle of chaos.
That dream. It wasn't like the rest of them. This guy. He appears in my dreams almost every night. But this one was the first. He never touched me before.
I reached across my bed to the side table and grabbed my sleep journal. As I wrote down all I remembered, I felt my body grow colder. As it always does in the morning.
I sighed a deep and sad sigh. I felt a deep longing to meet this guy. But I don't think he's real. And besides if he was I couldn't ever meet him or even touch him. He felt like the sun and all warmy feelings.
And Im an ice faery. Doomed to the cold and chill. So if we did meet, it would be disastrous.
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Fire And Ice
RomanceHe leaned closer and stopped about a few centimeters from my mouth. I started to shiver at how close he was. He looked deep in my eyes and whispered, "You're mine, my little snowflake. Don't ever forget that."
