❝I've endured a lot. I thought she was the cure to my sufferings, but sadly, she wasn't.❞
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Nights are when one has their deepest of thoughts and often feel caged within their minds, beneath the sea of stars. Nights are the time when one feels t...
❝hate me as much as you can but don't leave me alone.❞
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Blue eyes were all he could see in the nerve-wracking darkness as he slowly approached those familiar sea-blue irises. She stood there right in front of him. His name was all she chanted like a mantra as he raised a hand to remove the dark mask which covered her face; the one which always seemed to have hidden her face halfway till her nose from her forehead, bearing just her pale lips.
As his fingers grazed the rough and glossy material of the mask, her cold and pale hand engulfed his, stopping him from removing the mask off her face.
"Are you sure about this Julian?"
"I've never been this sure," he replied mechanically as his fingers slid past her ears, ready to pull of the strings that tied her mask to her face.
But, from the darkness erupted a voice, so loud and clear that it interrupted Julian's focus, making him mess up the strings and she faded from his view.
He stood there flabbergasted, dismayed and heartbroken until a gruff voice called out his name.
"Julian Hayden."
It was distant at first but then it became louder.
"Julian!"
And finally, the darkness faded as a flash of bright light pierced through his closed eyes, shattering the mouth of darkness.
"Julian fucking Hayden, you better have a good reason to put on that shitty alarm clock so early in the morning!" came a shout from the opposite side of the room which had shattered his previous dream and jerked him up to be awake. It was a dream he had been having on repeat; each time him making a failed attempt of getting a glance at her face, without the mask. However, the task would always remain unfulfilled.
Destiny indeed had conspired against him.
He yawned loudly for his mind was still asleep, dwelling on the dream that he had seen moments ago before the reason why the dream broke came back to him like tidal waves. He quickly shuffled to grasp the alarm clock from off the side table and turned it off.
"Sorry dude, I had things to handle in the morning and that's why I had it up so early," he tried to reason with Shane but in vain for it was clear that he had sunk back to his slumber, inaudibly muttering something under his breath.
Shane Willows was Julian's good for nothing moody roommate for the past three years. His messy blonde hair and sharp green eyes would make him a real-life Draco Malfoy. Even his father would meet the standards of Lucius Malfoy.
