Chapter 1: Dream

Place: Bridgeport (Valarie's Apartment)

Time: 4am in the morning

A sharp gasp, Valarie wake abruptly. Her heart pounding is pounding in extreme where the heartbeat can be heard clearly in the silent night. She rubs away the tears and get up. 

“Oh gosh…it hurts…” Rubbing her head, hope to ease the intense headache. As usual, Valarie wakes up in a great pain. Noticing it is just 4am in the morning, but the pain is killing, she couldn’t fall back to sleep. She leaves the room.

She went downstair and immediately collasped to the sofa. The pain is still there, just not that intense now. Everytime she wake up from the dream, she will find herself crying. Her heart pained as million dagger jabbed straight to her heart. The piercing pain make her gasp and tremble. She try to recall back all the things. Wondering why always the same dream. The same man.

The same old scenes appeared. The same old dream haunted her since she was 10 years old. Seeing herself dying. Lying on the bed lifelessly. Feeling the energy is draining away from her, the sharp pain from the whole body… and there is always a man sitting beside the bed and grieving for her pain.

Valarie can feel his sorrow. She can feel that he is in a great pain. Seeing him guarding her by her bedside, she can feel the intense love from him. It seems like she is everything to him. 

She always wanted to get closer to see his face clearly, the man that loves the girl so deeply in her dream. A sharp pain will wake her up abrutly. It is always a blur. She just can’t see his face. 

“When will this end?” she mumbled to herself. Though the dreams had haunted her for such a long time, but she still can’t get used to the pain. She always wonder why is this happening. Valarie get up from the sofa and decided to grab a coffee.

She always thinks that things happen for a reasons. But she can’t figure out any reasons for this. This dream has haunted her for a long long time. The only person who know about this is her one and only best friend, Sandra. “Is just a dream. Nothing much.” She whispered to herself.

But the man in her dreams does gives her a great impression. The man that can loves a woman so deeply. And the woman he loves look just like her. This made her confuse. It seems like he had taken up a place in her heart. She fidgeted in the chair. “Stop, stop, stop. Is just a dream.” sipping her coffee and reminding herself. She knew that the dream does nothing to her life.