(Y/N) P.O.V
I saw you the first in my dreams.
You were killing me and I liked it.
When I had the dream, I didn't want to live anymore.
I was lost and destroyed.
I lost everything the day before the dream.
I was alone in the cruel and cold world.
I kept dreaming about you.
You didn't tell me your name.
The dreams were always dark and sad.
You never laughed in them.
Your cold eyes pierced through my soul.
But I never saw your eye colour.
Then, after several dreams, I met you.
You were perfect and beautiful, like in my dreams.
But in the moment we locked eyes, I saw your eye colour.
They are red.
Bloodred.
I was lost again, as you broke the eye contact.
I don't know why, but the dreams helped me to come over everything.
I was happy every time I had a dream, even if it was cold.
I knew that you won't talk to me in real life.
As I wanted to look again in your eyes, you were gone.
Since that day I never dreamt about you again.
I kept looking for you.
Everywhere.
But I didn't find you.
Until now.
You appeared again in my dreams.
I was happy.
And you smiled for the first time.
And you told me your name.
Rowoon.