The Second Run

That Dream.

It was around the time the sun would usually set down over the rolling hills that looked over the Atlantic ocean.  It was raining today, not that hard but hard enough were you could just hear the small pitter patter on the roof top. It was a cloudy and cold looking September fall evening. I loved this time of year where its warm in the day and cool at night, just so comforting... But today was to much for anything to be comfortable...  Laying there in bed all I could do was think about him. looking out the window the tears slowly rolled down my face like the rain outside. The clouds were becoming darker and, my eyes became heavier.  It was about time I stopped thinking.. I pulled the covers over my head and forgot about life. I needed to. It was all too much there was no hope, nothing that could make my life less than an actual nightmare. darkness filled my head and I could finally forget my life for a little while. 

But I had that dream again.. That dream I get when I'm sad.. The dream doesn't make much sense but when ever i had it it always made me feel a little better about what ever my situation was. 

It starts out black but not completely, as its the sky with stars and the bright full moon falls down that gives out light. I'm always alone in an empty field filled just wearing a white dress, surrounded in white daisies and all I do is stare into the stars. The dream always makes me feel calm. Its just the same thing over and over in a peaceful place. It was what I needed most. 

But, I wasn't alone in my dream anymore... There he was, looking quite formal with a hand filled with red roses.  It was the first time I saw color. The crimson red reminded me of the blood that I saw earlier. Why was this dream so real, I'm really here within my thoughts. He laid down next to me and laid the roses between us and mumbled something to me. 

"I'm giving us a second chance and this time I know we will get it right"

short story/// x-han