Bonnie is haunted by dreams every night that show her future with a man she has not yet met. With the help of her witch best friend, Nora White, the only end to Bonnie's dreams and to a happy life, is finding the man that plagues her sleep.
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Bonnie's head ached something awful as naked feet dug into the wet soil. She had learned long ago that it would become painful if she stopped moving in the dreams.
Almost too much to bear.
The fog that surrounded Bonnie made it impossible to see. She kept tripping and stumbling over rocks and the roots of trees. She continued to tell herself not to cry as her heart raced a mile a minute but dropped into her stomach when a few feet away, some fog had cleared, and the full moon shone down on a hunched figure.
Watching where she stepped to avoid sound coming from her pale feet, spooking the person was not her intention. The sound of bones cracking was heard coming from the large man. As she got closer, she heard weeping, knowing that the man was crying to himself. He holds a body close to his chest in a tight grip, his shoulders shaking as he cried.
Too enthralled by the man, Bonnie had not noticed she stepped on a twig, snapping it in half. She felt the small branch cut at the bottom of her foot. A grimace and a hiss from the small pain came with the realization that she had alerted the man of her presence. The man did not move his head up to look at her, so she continued toward him.
Bonnie was close enough to reach out a hand, almost touching his back until she saw the figure in his arms. It was a woman with brunette hair much like her own, wearing tight jeans that hugged every curve, ripped at the knees and thighs, and an old shirt that looked to have had the name of a band.
The woman in his arms had only one shoe on and wore tan ankle socks, dirtied by the forest floor. Bonnie walked closer, kneeling down next to the man, just above the woman's head.
"I couldn't reach her in time. She told me... she told me, and I didn't listen," he mumbled.
The blond man kept whispering into the woman's ear as he rocked her back and forth, silently crying. She was completely limp in his arms. Bonnie looked down at the woman's face covered by hair as the man lifted a hand, placing it on the woman's cheek to brush away her dark strands.
The second the hair that curtained the woman's face was removed, she knew.
It was her, and she wasn't breathing.
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