𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 ☪︎ 𝘦. 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

᪥᪥᪥᪥

She stood in a field. It was one of the most stunning views she had ever seen, for the grass was a mint green, with different colored flowers, mostly consisting of roses, lining up in rows throughout the field. The sky was the shade of the distinct light blue...baby blue, peaceful and calming, with no clouds in sight. The sun shone down on her skin, giving it a lovely glow, and the sunshine played with her hair. The air was fresh and clean, just the right quality for her to take a deep breath in, inhaling the sweet scent of the roses wafting through her nose.

"It's quite breathtaking, isn't it?" A smooth, accented voice behind her spoke, breaking the peaceful silence of the field.

She turned around swiftly, to see a man, the mystery man she had seen before in her dreams. He was dressed in clothes which were definitely not from the twenty-first century, he seemed to be a nobleman, and his long brown hair was in a ponytail, little wisps flowing in the wind. Though, she couldn't make out any of his features, except his eyes.

Those familiar, gentle, chocolate brown eyes she would draw in her sketchbook. She glides over to him, standing in front of him. "I've seen you before, in my dreams...who are you? What's going on?" She asked him, mesmerized.

He doesn't say anything, he just stared in awe of the girl in front of him he had dreamt of. Though, of course, she was blurry, the only thing standing out to him was her light brown eyes and the crown of red roses in her hair. He reached out, brushing the hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Shivers ran down her spine, warmth coursing through her body, as his hand cupped her cheek, and she closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.

Despite seeing this man, she didn't really know him, and yet, she was letting him touch her. For some reason, she didn't pull away, she couldn't. She didn't want to either.

"You shall find out soon. All in good time, my dear Isabella," his soothing voice spoke, sophistication carrying through his words. His knuckles stroked her cheek gently, causing fire to run through her veins.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confusion in her voice.

He doesn't answer her, as he starts to fade, and everything around her starts to fade to black.

᪥᪥᪥᪥

ʜᴇʏ! sᴏ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪsᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ's ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ɪᴛ, ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ᴏʀ ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ. ɪ ʜᴀᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ, sᴏ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ғᴇᴡ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇ-ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴡᴏ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ, sᴛᴀʏ sᴀғᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ.

ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ,
ᴀᴜᴅʀᴇʏ ʙ.