twilightgirl22

This isn’t happening. It’s just a dream. Any moment now I’ll wake up in a cold sweat, disoriented and gasping for air, but relief will replace horror when I realize…this isn’t happening. Her blood isn’t staining the sodden ground beneath our feet. Her eyes aren’t filled with shock and pain. The blade of a sword isn’t lodged in the heart of the man who didn’t do this. Her body isn’t limp as she doesn’t collapse in my arms with a cry of agony that isn’t real. She isn’t dying. This isn’t happening. The color in her face isn’t slowly draining as she doesn’t lie limpl