She sits there thinking of how much she loves him, then she feels a cold dead breath on her glistening skin, is it him? She quickly turns around and sees nothing. Just an open window, the curtains blowing in the wind, theres a dog in the distance howling at the lit sky, howling a sad morningful cry. Its almost like he can feel her pain, can he? She gradually makes herself walk over to the window, and takes a swift look around. She sees a dark shadow in the distance, her heart starts to beat faster and faster as the dark dead like shadow comes closer. She gets scared she cant look, she ducks down, hopeing the shadow in the night light didnt see her swift movement. Then she feels the cold dead breath on her face, pulling her too look out the window, she takes a peak, its him the dead man. He reaches his hand out to touch her soft, pale skin. She feels his spirit taking over her, his pure love in her heart, his dead eyes watching her every move. All she could think was "why is he here?" Then a gust of wind blows it all away, like it meant nothing, like it was just a dream or feeling, like he never loved her at all. There it all went down the lychway. Could it be true, was it just a dream, or a reality that finally came true?
