i awoke screaming. i flung the blankets off my bed, panting, gasping. My heart throbbed in my chest, and i looked around , wildly searching. i remembered my dream. it was beautiful, livid, real. the colors so bright, and him, him there watching me quietly, waiting, wishing, hoping. i was only distraught because it had ended. why couldn't i have him? eyes the color of an ocean at sunset, blue, tinged with purples and greens. hair the color of... of sunshine on a lovely summer day, one where you're swimming with your best friend in a pond in the woods. distraught, i opened my door silently, barely breathing, waiting for a noise. the dorm is silent. i breathed a sigh of relief... then i hear it. shuffling, quietly and muffled, footsteps walking around the corner. him. i shut my door, and, leaning up against it, sob silently. he doesn't want me. he wants her. his perfect angel. why does he want her? we almost shot her once, in middle school. vengeful children, wanting him, simply wanting. why?
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