She was sitting on the grass, her back on the wall of the school's building, a sketching notebook on her knees, a pencil in her hands. A filled lunch box was beside her. She wasn't hungry. She was never hungry. The energy that he had given her always seemed to satisfy her appetite. And she preferred to use her free time to draw. So she drew. She drew him. Again and again.
His beautiful piercing eyes that she still saw in her dreams.
His silky black hair that she loved to stroke.
His delicate lips that delivered gentle but passionate kisses on her skin.
His broad shoulders that she yearned to enlace.
His soft hands that used to guide her so many times.
Again and again.
Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. They slowly fell down her cheeks, dropping on the notebook. She could not forget him. She missed him. Still loved him.
"Nice drawing," a voice said behind her. She quickly wiped off the tears on her face. Tears were only for her.
"Thanks..." she answered shyly. It was boy of her age, with curly black hair falling to his shoulders, and dark eyes. She did not recognize him, but she didn't know every boy in the school.
"Can I sit beside you?" he asked nicely.
"Sure. It's a free country," she responded. The boy had a little giggle and sat on her right. "My name's Camelia," she continued.
"Nice to meet you, Camelia. I'm Wish."
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Those Who Live in the Shadows
RomansaNightmares are creatures of shadows, who create nightmares for the humans, transforming their fear, sadness and despair into energy. They are totally invisible and intangible to humans, even if they can grab and touch objects. Desire is one of them...
