Thought

Chapter Three

Word Count: 1626

~Luella

It's a strange phenomenon, like seeing my dream play out in front of me.

There is no doubt, that this is the man from my dreams. He's otherworldly, immortal, but not in the way I am. He hasn't once been a mortal before; I can see it in his eyes, and not just because they are silver. It's the way he looks at me, without any fear, without any regret for coming to stand in front of me.

"Are you real? Or am I dreaming?" I breathe, unable to take my eyes off him. He simply stands there, hands shoved in his pockets, looking undeniable apart of reality, but I'm still doubtful. He's meant to be a figment of my imagination.

"Of course I'm real. I'm standing here, aren't I?" he says, raising his arms into a shrug. I try to swallow, but the lump in my throat prohibits it.

That's the issue. He is standing here.

"What is it you want with me? Why am I having dreams about you, when I've never met you before," I comment, folding my arms over my chest uneasily. I'm unsure of whether or not I can trust this man. Should I stand and listen, or make a run for it?

The man shrugs, wandering over to lean against the wall of the neighbouring building, giving nothing away. Nothing, from his stare, to his expression, gives up his intentions, and it's unnerving. He's impassive, patient, being all the things that leave me helpless. I need to get out of here as soon as I can.

"I just want you to listen," he comments.

Sighing deeply, I nod for him to continue talking. Any information is good information, as long as I leave before I'm the next one to talk.

"My name is Revel. I thought I would do you a favour and assure you that as long as you live here, in the oblivious life that you do, these dreams will continue. Going to therapy is futile," he informs me.

"Why? Why am I having these dreams?" I question.

"It's a complicated story I can't indulge you in just yet," he tells me, stepping forward. My heart rate accelerates worryingly, the closer he gets to me. He stops directly in front of me, so close, he starts to blur, making me wonder whether he is truly real. "You can't know anything until my master wants you too. And right now, he's too busy enjoying you from afar."

My heart jumps into my throat. "Your master? What does that mean? What does any of this mean. Who are you really?"

He reaches out, grabbing my chin between his fingertips. They are cold, ice cold. "I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have shown myself to you. But I couldn't help myself. You're just so fascinating to me."

For whatever reason, I can't pull away from him, as if I'm paralysed with fear. Whatever he is, and whoever he is, he's not normal. Maybe he's from another reality, or maybe I'm simply hallucinating. That seems the most likely, since every time I blink, it's as if the sight of him lags behind. As if he's not really here.

"Please leave me alone," I shudder.

"Very well. But I'll leave you with this," he comments, narrowing his eyes. "Consider the dreams normal. Stop thinking a therapist will get rid of them. You're wasting your time."

As he steps back, I notice someone approaching. They have an umbrella up. A bright yellow one. It's raining, my clothes are soaked. How did I not notice? The person approaches, as I look back at Revel. Every inch of him is try, that strange hair of his, those dark clothes, don't have a drop of rain on them.

"How are you not wet?" I ask him.

He smirks, shrugging loosely. He doesn't respond to me, though, instead looking over his shoulder at the approach girl, who is looking at me strangely.