"Cain? HELLO?! UGH!" He hung up on me, maybe I did get a little hot headed but can he really blame me for that? I have to keep moving, the Goddess will help me, or at least I hope she will. Since I was young, I've had these dreams. Some were happy, others, filled with despair. But recently its been more than just dreams, they are real. If I touch fire I feel the burns and when I wake up, a scar is left still warm to the touch. Shaking my head I come back to reality. I pull my long brown hair into a bun and throw my bag over my back and run.
Cain. Tall, dark skinned and beautiful. His shoulder length black hair blowing in the wind. His black eyes piercing the soul, reading you. His full lips only speaking the truth, somehow knowing all the perfect things to say. His smile genuine and loving. as if its only for you. He makes me feel perfect, lifting the weight of the world off my shoulders. He was blessed with compassion, something I had a hard time finding before I knew him. He was always there for me, through the nightmares and learning how to love. He knew me better than I knew myself.
Finally I arrived at the trench. There he was waitning for me, Cain. Leaning on the hood of his car as if there wasn't a care in the world. "Are you ready for this?" I ask with a grin on my face. He smirks. "Lets go Kenna." He takes my hand and we fall over the edge.
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Dreaming
FantasyI'm walking down the street, its cold. The mountains in the distance look angry as the sun sets behind them. I sigh and pull my sweater close around me. I see Cain in the distance. He turns towards me and smiles. I run to him, hitting his chest hard...
