Like a flame in the middle of an open field at midnight, her stunning emerald eyes beckon me towards them. The soft curve of her cheeks calls on me to brush my hands softly across them.
The tantalizing flow of her auburn hair makes me ache to be standing next to her when the wind blows. Her flowing white dress, stained a bleak crimson, makes my desperation even harder to shake.
I don't want to wake up again. Not this time. I'm so fucking *close*.
For the first time, I can see the sadness in your face. I want nothing more than to steal your pain from you, my love, and make it my own.
So wait here for me, dear, just until tomorrow night. I'm sure I'll be back again, and we can try once more, forever.