BOY from my DREAM

BOY from my DREAM

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Romance
And I saw him, in the shade of those trees as if hiding his gorgeous self away from the rest of theworld. Gorgeous would be an understatement to describe him. He was perfect in every way. His eyes........those blue eyes were far more less like an ocean or even more. His masculine features were definitely built for an athlete and at that moment the whole world stood still and watched him, as if mesmerised by his beauty... Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach literally. I was not able to breath I was afraid that if I take a breath might fade away and I didn’t want that , I just wanted to stay there gazing in those eyes forever and maybe more. I felt like I belonged there with him , I felt like I will die without him , I felt like..............I felt alive!!!
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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