The stolen

"What are you scared of?" His lips are dryer than I expected. But they are smoother than marble at the same time.

"I'm scared of dying." My only response. My child response.

He chuckles a little and says:

"Aren't we all?" There is a slit grin on his face. Something I haven't seen in forever! And his is more beautiful than anything in the world.

I chuckle too.

"But, I'm more scared of living. Than dying." I lose my grin. It goes down faster than you dropping a book.

"I am too." He states. There is a small pause before he opens his mouth. "So I guess we are the same." He does another flirty chuckle.

I win back my grin and slap on my face and I say,

"The only difference between you and me, is that when you wake up. Your nightmares end."