“Myra, no, he’s never hurt me. He infuriates me.” I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I had exhausted myself emotionally for no decent reason.
After dropping off Myra in her driveway, I headed home and went straight to bed. I was exhausted.
The night’s dream started off with me staring into Demien’s cold, black eyes, surrounded by deep purple azaleas. He handed me a bouquet of Queen of the Night orchids while pulling me in close. Kissing the top of my head, his lips moved down slowly and seductively until they found my expectant lips. It was a soft, yet powerful kiss, leaving me dizzy and wanting more. His hands ran down my sides, finding a resting place on my hips. My hips erupted with tingles as butterflies exploded in my stomach. There was tension in the air. Our breathing was hard and rushed. He slowly encircled my waist, leaving hot streaks of longing each place his hands passed. I felt my body rise until I was no longer straining my neck to look into his eyes. We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. His eyes expressed pain. He slowly lowered me until my feet found ground once more.
“For reasons I can’t explain, you must stay away from me.”
“What do you mean? I can’t stay away. I love you, Demien.” Tears began to fill my eyes.
“I love you, but I am dangerous. I am not good for you…” he whispered in my ear. “… Anymore.”
I cried harder. “I can’t stay away. You can’t leave me, not again. I need you. I love you.” I barely finished the words through hysterics.
“Shhh…” He wiped my eyes with his thumbs. “You must,” he said, as he unfurled his marvelous wings. His wings were a medium charcoal color with black streaks. They were glorious in girth and height. He let go of me and hovered in the air. “I will always love you. I will find my way back to you. I promise you that.” Then, he was gone.
I woke up feeling heartbroken. I was more than heartbroken… I was devastated. I didn’t know what to think of this dream. It was beyond bizarre and depressing. Why would he leave me? The idea made me angry and deeply destroyed. I stayed in bed for a long while until I could collect myself. I had to leave the dream behind me and face the day. Honestly, I had no idea how I would be able to leave it behind. I needed to know he was still there. I figured the only way to settle down was to go to work.
After getting ready for the day, I headed to Myra’s to pick her up. I couldn’t get the sadness and loneliness out of my heart. I knew it was just a dream, but I couldn’t seem to shake the feelings. Anxiety flooded me. I was so afraid that I wouldn’t see him again. The grim clouds over my head followed me throughout the morning. I had to get to work as fast as I could manage. Luckily, Myra would be waiting in her drive, as usual.
“Hey, Ves. How are you?” Myra hopped in the car before it technically stopped rolling.
“I’m okay. How are you?” I replied, emotionless.
“You don’t seem okay. Are you still upset about your little run in with Demien last night?”
“No, it was another dream. I’m okay, though. I guess I just didn’t sleep very well. Let’s just get to work. I need the distraction.”
Fifteen
“So, tell me, what kind of dreams have you been experiencing?” Noah asked me as I served him a glass of Merlot.
“Well, it’s kind of a long story,” I began slowly. I was nervous about relaying them to a perfect stranger. My dreams have always felt so intimate. “I’ve had these dreams my entire life. I don’t think I have time to discuss them now. How did you find me, anyway?”
“Oh, call it a gift.” He smiled wickedly. “It is slow tonight. I bet your boss will grant you a break.”
After about fifteen minutes of working, I found time to sit with Noah. I was regretting my decision to volunteer for this. I sat in the chair across from his.
“Oh,” he said. “I was beginning to wonder.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I’m glad that you can join me. Now, these dreams…”
“I always dream about this girl with blonde hair and the brightest green eyes that I have ever seen. It’s like her soul is shining through them or something. She is beautiful. The weird thing is that, somehow, I know she’s supposed to be me. I don’t know her name. She is always with a guy. He’s tall, dark hair and muscles. I very rarely see his face. It’s just a dark spot where his face should be.” Noah just nodded his head as I spoke. “Though, sometimes I have seen his face. He looks an awful lot like this guy, Demien, which I’ve recently met. It’s so strange. I can’t quite explain it.”
Noah choked on his Merlot.
“Are you okay?” I asked, handing him a napkin.
“Yeah, it just went down wrong,” he said between uncontrolled coughing. “So Demien? What does this Demien look like?”
“He has these freaky eyes that are clear gray but sometimes turn black or even amber. I think I’ve seen sparks of purple and orange. His eyes are like a freaking sunset sometimes. I guess it depends on his mood. He probably has colored contacts like the rest of these lame people ‘round here.” I threw in that last assumption just so I didn’t sound so dumb.
“Probably,” Noah agreed, laughing.
