Chapter fourty seven

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Chapter song~ Fallen Angel by Three Days Grace

ASH POV

After I woke up from my dream, I just layed there for a good couple of hours, tossing and turning unable to find sleep again or bring myself to get up. I couldn't figure out if that was just a dream or if it truely wasnt and she was in my head. Either way, it was the only way I was able to talk to her, to touch her and to hold her, I dont care if it was real or not.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to force myself back to sleep. I lay completely still and wait in the darkness behind my eyelids for unconciousness to take its hold. It takes its sweet damn time...

After about an hour I finally manage to drift off. When I open my eyes again, I'm blinded by bright white, deafened by howling wind, and being covered in a thin layer of ice and snow. I sit up and, being in only a pair of shorts, run my hands up and down my arms in attempt to warm myself a bit. I squint and do a 360 trying to figure out where I was. I couldn't see anything through the thick snow except for my own breath pumping plumes of white mist into the air. I struggle for a moment to unearth my feet from the deep snow and I start walking as straight as I can in one direction while being pummeled by the strong gusts of freezing wind.

After what feels like hours, I come across a rather large abandoned looking house. It had to be at least three stories tall and built like a castle. I go up the icy steps and try opening the front door. I push on it a few times before it creaks open and I step inside shutting it behind me quickly. I shiver and look around at the room I had stepped into. Everything was covered in a shiny white layer of ice. In its own way, it was beautiful, but also dangerous and different from anything I've ever known. I had never seen snow before, or been somewhere so cold. I breath warm air into my hands and search around the ground level for any warm clothes or blankets or materials for a fire that weren't frozen.

After searching for about twenty minutes, I had a few thin blankets and a decent fire going inside of a stone fireplace I discovered in the main living room from a few broken pieces of furniture. It wouldn't last long but it was enough to warm me up some. As I sit there by the fire, I hear creaks coming from above in the ceiling as if someone was walking around upstairs. I breath in deeply and listen carefully but get nothing. I stand and pick my way up the slippery frozen stairs to find the source of the sound.

Reaching the top, I look both ways down a long corridor for anyone or anything that might be moving. Nothing. I hear a creak again and whip my head to the left. I slowly make my way down the corridor freezing only when I hear a voice. Its not really a voice, its more of a humming sound coming from a room at the end of the hall. I press myself against the wall beside the door and build up the nerve to open it.

I push it open wide with a loud creak that reveals a large room and the source of the noises I heard downstairs. A raven haired girl was standing at the window back to me looking at the outside blizzard. Her skin as pale as the snow outside, I imagine she must be freezing. She was dressed in a fitted floor length royal blue dress and from what I could tell she was barefoot. Her hair up in an elegant bun at the nape of her neck with a few stray curls I imagine framed her face nicely. After a few moments with neither of us moving or making a sound, I open my mouth to speak.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You must be freezing, I have a fire going and I found a few blankets, please take one."

She jumps as if I startled her, and she turns to face me. The familiarity of those bright blue eyes hits me like a truck and leaves me gasping in the cold air painfully. Those were her eyes, but that wasnt her face. At least not the one I knew so well. It was much younger, but world weary and I could sense how much pain she was in. She gives me an odd look, as if she recognizes me, but couldn't place my face.

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