I open my eyes
A clear blue sky and a shining sun meet her
I squint
What a dream
How frightening
I close it once more.
Opening yet, the wind breezes and leaves dances
I turn my head, gazing at the vast stretch of green grass.
I then hear the birds calling above
The ocean waves slamming to the shoreline
Footsteps, she can hear them.
I laid still, waiting.
Heart pumping.
Listening
"You're here, at last," a familiar baritone voice echoes.
A deluge of memory flooded her, bittersweet memories.
I turn her entire body slowly and sits up.
Shoes, then washed jeans fit on legs upward to a white shirt below a black leather jacket.
His usual attire.
I crane her neck to his face.
An angular jaw, with the most kissable lips, adorned
His aristocratic nose, which I envied, is still there.
What a shallow woman she is, envious of such perfect symmetry of art.
Then I gaze at his eyes.
Such a beautiful combination of golden flecks upon the blue-grey iris
He is gorgeous even now
Such a shame
"Why?" I ask him, voice choked with overwhelming emotions.
"After all these years, why now?"
He smiled.
With a clenched hand, I glare at him.
"Why?"
He kneels in front of her, raises his hand and caresses my face.
I shrank slightly from his touch. Too familiar.
My eyes glimmer with apprehension and fear, like a cornered rat.
"We finally meet."
"No."
"Don't say that."
"You are dead."
"I am?"
"Yes," I shouted, sobbing. "Yes."
"I killed you. Please stop haunting me."
"No."
"You are already dead."
"I...am"
"Please stop."
Then she wakes up, crying.
What a dream
How frightening
And stayed awake until morning comes