The Man in my Dreams is a Nightmare

Prologue

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"May I have this dance, Mi Lady?" He slightly bowed as he graciously offered his hand to me.
He raised his eyebrows meaningly, as if I didn't have a choice but to accept his invitation.

"Do I even have a say in this?" I rolled my eyes playfully and handed my hand. Dahan dahan kami naglakad patungo sa dance floor kung saan, kami lang ang tao. The lights were dim and rays of the moonlight pierced through the windows.

The scene looked like it was carved right out from a fairytale.

I looked at him, and so did he. I shyly
smiled and looked away, and as if on cue, the music started playing and I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands made their way down my waist.

Suddenly, rays of different colors of light started to light upon us. As it did, it highlighted his features.

He had piercing eyes, a sculpted nose and a perfect pair of brows. His lips carved into a cheeky smile that flashed a perfect set of pearly white teeth.

He is gorgeous.

He was dreamy.

Well yes, because in a matter of fact, it was all just a dream.

Do you believe in past lives and reincarnation? No?
Well, ganoon din ako dati, but it's really hard not to especially when you dream of the same man over and over again.
Hindi paulit ulit ang panaginip ko, but he's there almost everytime.
In my dreams, we were perfect. Well, that's how dreams are supposed to be, right?
I see people refraining from dating because they are too hung up on their ex or traumatized from their previous relationship. But me? I'm hung up on someone that I'm not sure even exists.

Marami akong nakikilalang lalaki. I had crushes. Boys tried to court me. Tinry ako ireto ng mga kaibigan ko, sa mga lalaking okay din naman—well actually okay's an understatement, because most of them are good looking and gentlemen.
So bakit hanggang ngayon nagiisa ako? Well that's because I can't help but compare them all to the man in my dreams, or should I say, the man of my dreams.

So who is he? Haha. Good question. I don't know. I don't even know his name.

Sabi ng mga kaibigan ko, tatanda akong dalaga. Delusyonada daw ako. Hindi totoo ang lalaki sa panaginip ko and that all he is, is but a figment of my imagination. And the logical part of my brain screams that they are right. Pero, hindi ko maalis sa isipan at puso ko na totoo siya. As if he's waiting for me somewhere, somehow. Naniniwala ako na he's my love in all my previous lifetimes.

Baka kailangan ko lang ulit siya hanapin.
He feels like home, and he screams familiarity. Na parang kilala ko na siya noon pa man.

That's why, I can't love. I don't want to and I will not unless it's him.

You might call me stupid, but that's how it goes for me. You can't ignore a burning flame that only ignites every night, and there is no taming what burns in me.

He is everything I wanted. Everything I dreamed of and everything I'm hoping for.

That is until I saw him.

Yes. I saw the man in my dreams here in reality. Except he wasn't like who he was in my dreams.
He's not charming and sweet.

Because the man in front of me screams danger.

And he is named Storm.