We Should Have Never Met

Dreaming of You

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The feeling had started that morning, slightly then, but now it seemed constant and heavy. After calming myself to sleep from this strange new feeling of myself being watched I had a dream I would never forget. I remember it better than my own memories from my past.

I found myself on a high cliff I way standing at the point of it overlooking the untamed ocean below. The roar of the sea in my ears, and the slight mist spraying my face. The wind started to blow my long hair in my face. I had to look down to keep it out of my eyes.

Shocked I see I have on a long white strapless gown. While looking at the gown trying to figure out why i would dream this in the first place I hear a voice behind me

“So this is supposed to be the girl, is it?”

A strong, ruff, and cocky males voice spits out towards me.

“She won’t last very long that’s for sure.”

Scoffs a rather feminine voice a bit further from the last. While still clearly male, the voice was high and squeaky almost.

I look up and behind me to see a big figure covered by a clock standing a ways. Behind it I could see a much smaller and thinner cloak walking up to the other. I hear the bigger one laugh in a cruel way and turn his head as if to look at the other one.

“Let’s just kill her now; I am sure he’ll get over her in a thousand years or so!”

“He?”

I whisper slightly, unable to find my voice. Without hesitation I saw the small one nod.

“We might as well have some fun while we’re at it, shall we?”

With this the two cloaked figure start walking towards me.

Scared out of my mind, I start backing as far as I could up until I felt I was reaching the cliffs point. With no where to run I hopped for a hero, but knowing no one will come. My entire body seemed to shut down and I was frozen in place, preparing for the worst. I turn my head and bind down slightly.

I had never been in love nor loved someone enough to make them my so called hero. But still my heart convinced my silly little brain to keep that hope alive. It always had. My brain always tried to win the desperate fight and try to just make me face the seemingly hard reality, but my heart never let me listen.

Soon the cloaked figures reached me, the bigger stepped forward, ready to grab and hit me with a blow. I looked away, preparing for the punch, just hoping it would be quick and easy. Could pain be felt in dreams? My brain was nowhere to be found to ponder this question.

Instead of the pain of that man’s fist hitting my now tear stained face, I could hear the smaller man voices again but this time it sounded scared and shocked.

“ ..L…Logan!” it said in a terrified whisper, barley audible.

I flashed open my eyes still with my head turned down to see the back of ANOTHER cloaked figure standing in front of my arched over body. Unlike the two men the figure was facing, nothing about him frightened me. His whole aura just gave me a comfortable and warm feeling, and it looked like he was protecting me? My heart stops in the middle of its race. I try to shack this feeling but my heart over powered me. Could this be the hero my heart has longed for? I began to turn my head to view this man in front of me more closely. How could this be? But he stops me in mid movement by putting his hand softly on my head. I stop in my movement before his hand fully touches me. My body would not move his touch was like it froze me in time. I could feel him lighten his presser which was already so gentle and slides down to my neck. I could tell his hands were very strong, but he was acting as if I was a piece of thin glass. I was sure now he could feel the beat of my trouble making heart after it kicked back in hard. The feeling of his hand makes me realize I am not dreaming any more, I never was.