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Part One--[Chapter 26]

Chapter Twenty-Six: Haunted Hearts and Dreams
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Anna'sPOV

They had put me onto some drug that caused me to be drowsy. I didn't mind; the dream was sweet.

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I was standing in the middle of the road--it being surprisingly empty-- staring out into the distance at an retreating form. It was clearly a boy --a boy that I knew.

His slightly floppy and shaggy but charming blonde hair flowed in the wind along with his long dark trench coat that he always seemed to wear--even on the sunny, warm days.

He was walking away from me, making me feel sad. Had I done something? I didn't get to finish my thought as my own feet started creeping forward, towards his receding figure.

I don't know what made me keep going forward, but soon I stopped, seeing that he had stopped, not too far from where I stood--almost hid--behind an abandoned car.

"Forbidden love is what it is: forbidden, Incubus," a deep voice said--clearly speaking to Andrew--or Incubus...

I couldn't see the owner of the other voice, but I could feel the energy and power radiating off of him. I could feel it in his voice as he scolded Andrew. Why was he scolding Andrew...?

"You can't stop me from loving her. I can't control who I fall in love with and who I don't. It hadn't even occurred to me that I loved her until only a few days ago," Andrew replied back to the voice, almost yelling.

The sound of his voice, the tone he used, almost made me cry. He sounded desperate, awful, angry, frustrated and depressed but also a little happy, all at the same time. What could he have been feeling to sound like that? What were his thoughts through all that crazed, intense emotion? Only a person who has been through a hard life could muster such tone; could only feel such emotions altogether at once. Who was he speaking about? Who made him feel this way? So miserable and...broken.

Something urged me forward, to him, but I couldn't move. It wasn't just because of the way he let his emotions out so freely and how he showed himself to be such a broken person, it was also because of the fact that something was physically straining me against moving towards him. It was like we were two puppets who were to play a certain part and could only see each other when it was allowed and we could only be together if it was allowed. But weren't we all puppets in the play of life? We were all captured souls that were bought into a world which we didn't want to live in.

"If I can't control how you feel, at least I can control when you see her next. Maybe you never will ever again," the monotone voice taunted. Andrew didn't say anything and I heard footsteps of the other person as they left us.

As soon as the man had left, I felt like there had been strings that held my wrist and bricks that were on my shoulders, being lifted and had cut me from my invisible restraints. I breathed a breath I was holding, for a reason I didn't know, and instantly ran towards Andrew.

"Andrew!" I yelled. He looked at me, but it wasn't the Andrew I knew. This Andrew still had his face, but his skin was paler and he had pointed teeth when he smiled at me and his eyes...they were red. The deepest yet brightest, intensest, alluring, ruby-red.

This Andrew looked inhuman. A monster. But I felt warm inside when I saw his smile. Maybe this is what we all looked like on the inside, in the core of our souls. We were all monsters but we made each other happy and warm. We were all beautiful.

I stopped just in front of this 'new' Andrew. From being this close, I could see delicate, intricate lines just underneath his skin where his temples were, where his jaw started and slightly underneath the skin where his left cheek bone was. Veins. Green, blue and purple veins that seemed like they were black. They didn't make him look scary--well not to me. To me, they made him seem more like the piece of art, the person, the boy and the beautiful monster I had fallen in love with so abruptly and unexpectedly. I loved the feeling of it, yet I was also anxious and cautious of it.

We didn't say anything for a bit and then there, he held me as I looked into his deep red eyes, wondering at how he could've chosen me out of all the other prettier girls.

Still not saying a word, we simply revelled in the view of each other's eyes and lips. We stared at each other, not kissing and almost barely touching but feeling like this embrace was a lot more than any kiss, touch and intimate action and feeling we could have ever felt. We felt complete and isn't that what love was?

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***Sorry for the short chapter but I'm apparently deathly allergic to strong emotions so I couldn't hold it any longer :/***

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