• One. Two. Three. Eyes on me.

    Yenit opened his eyes to see a pair of beautiful vanilla white ones staring back at him. They were enchanting and mesmerizing that made him feel as if he was in an everlasting spell of beauty. Long locks of silver flowed from the perfectly sculpted skin and perfect pink lips curved to a smile across the face. The mysteriously beautiful wore a light blue sun dress that flowed like the creek in the greenest forest that nature provided. Soft hands caressed his rich dark skin then touching his messy black hair. The white eyes stared into his bright teal ones as Yenit's hands clasped the pale face. The clash of dark and light then fazed, his eyes began to blur and the perfect girl of his dreams was gone.

    Yenit awoke to the soft summer breeze from his window, the world seemed to yet bring him back to reality. It was an hour and a half past midnight, he was exhausted and sweaty. He wiped his hand across his cheek then to realize streams of water from his eyes. Tears.

    'Well, they always say you smie first before you cry,' the young boy thought. Closing eyes again so he may feel the magical dreams overwhelming him again, he slowly heard the waves crashing and trees rustling. At last, he is back to his mind, and only his mind.

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    Nerra was standing in a blank white space, she can hear her heart beating frantically as she realized how lonely and isolated it was. She thought ot Yenit and closed her eyes, opening them once more to a beach at night. Nerra calmed and was curious of her surroundings. She always thought of Yenit whenever there was a blank space of white but she never once had this dream before. Walking to a nearby beach house, she saw a open window on the first floor and peered in. It was like watching an angel singing, except it was no angel singing, it was a young man sleeping. And this young man was in her thoughts constantly, this young man was Yenit.

    Nerra watched him with a smile playing on her lips. Her heart skipped a beat when he shifted in his position. The girl reached down to caress his cheek, it was slightly wet. Was he crying? Nerra's long black hair flowed with the wind, her dirty faded gray eyes watching the boy sleep. Her skin didn't clash with his as it was tanned lightly. Sighing, she closed her eyes lulled to sleep, a small pathway back to her bed on earth.


    The perfect adventure and stunning dreams shall be continued, like any other story . . .