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Unable to do anything about it, he began writing songs about her. All but one found their way to the trash. Three weeks of these dreams and the song was finally ready for performing. As he played he could almost feel her there. He could almost see her hovering in the back of the crowd.
He went to sleep eagerly that night. He hoped that the song had
appeased her and she would leave him be or better yet, perhaps
the song was enough to finally capture her. That night he dreamed of the river and the overly green grass. She stood there on the other side shaking her head and smiling. “What?” he called out to her. Her laughter floated across the river and to his ears. Oddly it wasn’t what he expected. It wasn’t demure, tinkling, or unnatural. It was slightly jarring. Jarring enough to remind him it was all a dream. Then just like when he had been a child, he took control of the dream. Though as a child he did it to conquer nightmares, this night he did it to get answers. Step by step, he walked across the rushing surface of the two-inch deep river. Panic started to flood her face. He willed it not to, but still she looked scared. She turned to leave. David ran for her. She reached behind herself and grabbed a rope of light. As she retreated, David woke up. Reflexively he looked at the empty corner of his room. Except for an instant, it wasn’t empty. A humanoid figure was flying out of his room through his wall. I’m sorry, David. Those words finally had meaning. She had been the one. It had been her watching him all along. But that had not been enough for her. She had further invaded his privacy by intruding into his dreams. The anger that had accompanied her first invasion returned. The difference this time was now he had a face. Like the previous time, he expected a reprieve from her visits before she returned. But she was there the next night. It didn’t take words or sounds to let David know it was all a dream. It only took seeing her. He turned the corner around a building and found himself behind her. Automatically he reached out to touch her. But he couldn’t. He didn’t even make contact with the aura and his hand jumped back, smoking. His cry drew her attention to him. This was the first time he really saw her. Up close she seemed so frail and weak. The distance had hid the shadows in her eyes and the apparent effort it took just to exist. She was like a porcelain doll, only so much more surreal. He never understood later why he did it. Perhaps it was because he had finally caught her. Or it could have been her weakness that made her seem like fairy tale princess. But he had always convinced himself it was because of the fact they lived together only in dreams; this was what was supposed to happen. After they had both stood there staring at each other for what seemed like forever, he'd leaned over and kissed her. This time he wasn’t burned. This time the angelic glow accepted him, embraced him. He could have spent the whole night, the rest of his life, kissing her, but the sound of something snapping jolted them apart. As he looked at her again she seemed weaker than before, more transparent. “I’ve died,” she whispered. David tried to hold onto her, but his hands sunk into her form as if nothing was there. “I
loved you, David,” she said with a tear in her eye. “I
was your number one fan.”
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