Shadow
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He grinned, his stare intense "What is your favorite dream?." his voice husky. Layla gave him a blank stare "None." He chuckled "How can it be? everyone has a favorite one." Layla hesitated, before answering "I-I just don't." "Still--" he insisted, not clearly believing her. Layla tensed "I don't have dreams.Only nightmare." replying in a matter of fact tone. Frowning, he stepped closer to Layla "Are you afraid of them?." Layla's body stiffened "Yes." she took a step back. Ignoring her discomfort, he took a step closer"You should not, they are just a bunch of manipulation, our brain indulges us in.They can never see a day of reality." he took a strand of her hair, twisting it in between his fingers. Layla's eyes blazed with annoyance, but suddenly a wicked smile graced her lips.she took a step closer and placed her hand on his chest, slightly trailing her finger up and down"Mine do.My dreams shape themselves into reality." she whispered, her voice so enchanting, the winds started blowing as if seduced by her. He lowered his eyelid on her lips, his intention clear, his breath hitched, "Oh really, like what?." he questioned in a hoarse voice. She grinned, moving her face closer to his"I saw a shadow catching you yesterday and it came true." her voice breathless. He felt her breath on his mouth, her lips soo red, moisture coating them, making him groan inside, with desire "Oh yeah and where is this shadow that has caught me?" She placed her lips on his right ear, Layla felt him grab her waist, his desire clear in his breathing "Behind you." she whispered. Moving his face backward, he glanced at her face, she was smiling, her eyes gleamed with wicked joy. He felt a dark presence behind him, he frowned, slowly he turned his face. What he saw, made his eyes wide with fear"N-no it can't be!".
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She felt like Cinderella, unconsciously listening to an imaginary clock tick with each passing second. Time was of the essence, but she was completely out. She had enough. Justine raised from her seat and faced him, glaring daggers into his fearful irises as she raised her powerful voice. "I didn't think you were that foolish, Dax. You should be out, trying to live again, trying to find why you were given a second chance! Most people don't even get a single one to begin with!" He got up as well, countering her radiance with his. She continued to speak, her breath coming out as cold vapor in the frigid night. "You're wasting it!" she screamed. "You're selfish! Don't you care how it'll affect others? Those who love you?" "Everyone already thinks I'm dead!" Dax butted in, but she didn't let him stop her with a puny excuse. "What about me, huh? Don't you care about how I feel? You're my best friend! And the first time I lost you was hard enough. This time, it's different. There's new feelings that I've recently sorted out," her voice grew increasingly indecisive and conflicted as she spoke on, her eyes wavering. Then she looked at him with such devotion; her robust glare penetrated his soul. "You should be roaming the world, searching for the one thing that could save you! Death is permanent. You should be out finding that purpose, Dax, not here like an idiot staring at some silly girl who thinks a ghost may love her back!" Tears drenched her face, her eyes puffy and red, but mighty and high. He stepped closer, his flickering form barely touching her very real, live one. They bore into each other's eyes, feeding off the other's presence. Still, he refused to open his mouth and respond. "You should be finding that one thing that makes you happy," she whispered, now unable to peer up into his glowing black eyes. He bent down, his mouth just a centimeter away from her ear as he breathed, "What if I've already found it?"

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