I was in that dream again.
Grass wet with dew brushed against my bare legs as I glided quickly through the meadow, barely feeling the ground beneath my feet. My eyes were scanning for another glimpse of the majestic creature I'd just gained sight of a moment ago before it bound between two large pine trees.
I knew if I followed the gorgeous white pony further into the woods, I would run into him again.
…
“Don't touch me!" He raised his voice, but he didn't sit up, and his arms lay limp at his side. He wore a mask over his face. Only his onyx black eyes were visible to me.
“Do you want to die?" I retorted as I inspected his body for wounds.
“...I don't care," he replied quietly.
My hands paused. For some reason, his words broke my heart a little, even though he'd almost killed me
