"No, it can't be," he said, as his hand brushed my cheek. "Is this real?" I looked into his eyes and brushed his red hair out off his face.
I didn't say anything, I simply smiled. He pulled me close and embraced me with wide arms. "I don't care if this isn't real, as long as I get to see you," he continued, then he looked up at me with sadness in his once joyous eyes. "Well, aren't you going to say something?"
I frowned and opened my mouth, but just before I said his name, a darkness surrounded us and I was pulled away from him.
"Caspar!!!"
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I woke with a fright, which was unusual, because demons don't ever get scared. Who was this boy I was dreaming of? How did he know my name? So many questions that'll never be answered.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. It's my first story, so be patient. I'm not very good at writing. I actually only joined Wattpad to read, but then I got an idea for a book and so... here it is. My first story. Hope you like it! ♡
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Picture of Caspar before he died.