Raphael: POV:
I dream of her beautiful face almost every night. She is so scared when she sees me. Sometimes in the dream she is clean, she is pure, and an image of an angel. I can almost feel the strength, the power radiating off her. Other times she is dirty, beaten with cuts all over her. When she looks up she has sunken in eyes and her cheeks are so into her face it looks as if she wants to have it inverted. She seems weak, scared, and not an once of will left to live. In those dreams I get scared and uncomfortable. I get self cautious about whether my mate is even alive still. What a cruel way to be. Finally to see her, even though it was only in my dreams and then find out she died.
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My dreams are so real. I can smell the air, and forest. I can feel the dew as
