I awoke in a cold sweat sitting up rubbing my head. Another dream that had no meaning...This one was more....romantic than horrifying.
I was sitting in a garden holding a wilting white rose in my hand. A voice came from behind me "Hold me...Hold me close..Never let go"
I turned looking behind me. No one was there. A cold chill went down my spine. I followed the voice to the center of the garden and found a tall boy with short silver hair playing the violin oh so softly. He has his back turned to me.
"Who...are you?" I whispered walking closer. He stopped turning to me. His eyes were a deep crimson...
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