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Before I begin my story; This story is based on true events-- I have changed the names of the characters for privacy accounts. Also, I would like to notify by letting you all know that this story will be written in first person, just like the prologue, since it is the most easiest way to write it. Thank you for being patient.
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Prologue
This all started when I was about four or five. I was seeing my porcelain doll move, and talk to me at night. When I called my mother, she’d laugh and told me I had quite the imagination. I believed her, but then when I was about eight, I began dreaming of a man. I remember a few dreams quite clearly; as if they were real. In one, it was Christmas, and I was in the car with my parents, and my two younger brothers. I was looking out the window, and I saw someone outside, standing on the sidewalk- looking at me. I shook my head, thinking it was my imagination. This boy, I had sworn I had seen him before. I sat there, thinking and thinking. When we had left the car, I saw him again; standing there across the street from me. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. When he walked toward me, my father had called, and I waved a goodbye wave. As I walked back, the boy stared at me. I felt a tinge of sadness rush through me, and when I looked back; he was not there.
Then, about three years later, I had a dream I was crying on a sidewalk. Then, the same boy appeared and sat beside me; asking me what was wrong. I wiped my eyes, and turned my head away from him. He placed his arm around me, and gave me his jacket. I couldn’t let him see me in the condition I was in, so I kept my face to the side. He then used his index and middle finger, as well as the thumb to grab hold of my cheek, turning my face toward him. Tears streamed down my face, and I looked down. He asked me to look at him, and I did. His eyes amazed me. They were a beautiful blue-grey colour, and his smile was soft, almost calming. I felt the tears slowly stop as I looked into his eyes. A smile rose to my face, and I was able to touch him then and there. His skin was soft, almost velvet like. I remember leaning against him as his arm wrapped around my small waist. I asked him who he was, and he responded.
“My name is Jecht... I have been watching over you for a while, Angelique....”
I was shocked, I looked at him again, and he smiled. He leaned in and kissed me softly, and he rubbed the tears away from my eyes with his left thumb.
“I will be with you, look for me...”
It was the last thing he said to me before I had awakened that morning after. I sat there for about three or four hours, trying to figure out what was happening. After a while, I had given up. I then returned to my normal routine, which consisted (at the time) of:
Getting dressed, exercising, going my chores, and going on the computer for the rest of the day until it was time to go to bed again. I had dreamed for a long, long, time to dream about him again; but it never happened. I was upset every morning after that night, until one day, I finally found him.
And this is how the story begins....
 SetsunaSenshi · Mon Dec 15, 2008 @ 03:28pm · 1 Comments |
