Odelia was stuck in a very depressing, long dream; she dreamt about a strange scene from when she was 15 years old; a young man who looked about the age of 21 years was staring down at her with indulgent eyes.
"Take me away from here. I want to go with you," she said, her voice sounding like a desperate plea as she looked at him as if he were the only one who could save her from this life.
"Be good," he said.
"I can't take you away now. It wouldn't be appropriate," he added, looking at her in deep contemplation.
"Why?" She whined, tugging on the sleeves of his shirt with a stubborn look in her gray eyes.
"You promised; you said you would take me far away from here. I want to be with you," she insisted, trying to change his mind, but he just looked at her with an intense gaze as if he were having an eternal struggle within himself.
