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