"Bella?" He called out to me, and whispered in my ear, kissing it, "do you know why I call you 'Bella'?" I shook my head, "tell me." I could feel him smiling, "beautiful- that's what is means in Italian. The name goes with your face." I blushed at his remark, and smiled. He placed a soft kiss on my cheek, before disappearing- forever. I gasped awake, crying. Why? Out of all the memories of him, why this one in particular? Why had this one been haunting me? Why had he been haunting me, torturing me and for what reason?