He was there, at the diner in my dreams. Asking for my hand. He pulled me out the door into a bright world that was not mine, one that I did not recognize. Spinning and dancing, hand in hand, down the lit up streets. Before the shadows were to come once more, to take me away. To a darker world, drained of its beauty and color. A world that I wished I would never return to... But I went willingly, for I knew there was no way to escape. He would not give up that easily, he chased me into the darkness. A place where I never wanted him to go again, not for me. His world, the bright and beautiful one, is the only one he needed... The darkness would break him