Rhys
She looked like she was plucked out of my dreams. She looked more healthy and beautiful than she looked that night. Those green eyes shone bright. There was insanity in them instead, I saw confusion.
Her blonde hair was let down and called me to run my hands through its lusciousness. The gown she put on was short and very flattering for her exquisite figure.
That's why it had to be a dream. I was so exhausted that she'd left my brain and was now appearing to me. But apparitions didn't stagger and fall on your bed.
“What the f**k are you doing here?” I repeated.
Her eyes widened and she gripped the bed behind her.
“You….” She stuttered.
All the bravado she had that night was nowhere to be found. She didn't have that spark that she had that night. She looked terrified and weak.
