Dancing With The Devil

Until We Meet Again

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Suggested songs for this chapter:
DNA - Lia Marie Johnson
OR
Every time We Touch (Slow) -Cascada

It's been one hell of a ride writing this story, and this is the end. I can't believe it.

FINAL CHAPTER!
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The cold air brushed fiercely against my skin, slowly, but all at once.

I could hear the presence of a certain creature behind me, but I didn't dare move. I stood there, in the middle of the enchanting sea, with my heart in my hands, letting the sound of the sea slowly take me in.

So many people I love, have died.

"Hailey," a soft voice uttered slowly.

His voice pierced through my skin loudly, sending shivers down my body.

Before I even had time to think, I felt a surprisingly familiar touch grazing up my skin.

My god, could it be him?

His touch felt too familiar for me to be convinced that this isn't him.

His hands skimmed their way down my body, and at the same time, I could feel myself naturally pulling myself towards him. He feels too familiar.

Thats the only thought that stood out from the rest in my complicated mind.

I turned around, with my breath continuously hitching, and my heart beating out my chest.

My eyes widened, and he caught my lips in is.

He brushed his lips against mine, passion was shimmering in his eyes, love and wilderness was burning it's way through my body. His light brown hair, those beautiful green eyes, I suddenly found myself falling in love with him all over again.

I instantly knew who it was.

It was Alex.

My Alex.

I couldn't breathe, suddenly it was like there wasn't enough air in this whole god damn room for me to breathe.

All the feelings came crashing in, but there was one distinct feeling that took over my head, that stood out from the rest.

Death.

The love of my life was murdered, Alex was dead. And so was my mother, but there was a way to bring back my mom.

But there wasn't a way to bring him back.

"Hailey! Wake up!"

I shot up, eyeing my surroundings cautiously. My hands reached up to the blanket and I pulled it further into my chest.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, now turning to look at Michael. He was standing there, with his messy hair and his tired looking eyes. He stared at me, wide-eyed, as if he were worried. "What were you dreaming about? What's wrong?"

"Don't look at me like that, I'm fine really." I smiled, and shuffled closer to my pillow. "Come on, go back to sleep Michael, you look tired."

"I would've been asleep, if it weren't for you waking up suddenly in the middle of the night," he said, rolling his eyes.

I giggled, "Sorry about that, get some sleep now."

He shook his head, smiling.