Untold

(For the record, I have this story somewhere else on watt pad but lost my password. I decided too go ahead and retype everything and finish the book anyways. Tiff2cool was my old account and I had to start another. So I'm sorry and I hope everybody who reads this enjoys because it's one of my favorite works so far! With that said read on.)

Who is Avery Dennison? How do I even know her? Every night for the last few nights I dream about her. About a small town called Dorset. Every night I see her, her wild blond hair a mess, her clear white eyes starring at me. Her out stretched hands reaching for me, needing me, but for what? Every time it's like I'm not close enough, she just slips away. The very first dream I had of her I paid it no attention. I woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, reading the clock. Three thirty in the morning. I just thought it was a weird dream. By the second night I had déjà vu. I woke up, same time. When I dreamt of her again, that third time I was freaked out. I had too know, who was Avery Dennison?

I know who Avery Dennison is..........she was the girl of my dreams. Literally and figuratively. I just didn't know that our time together would be so short.