Another night spent alone...
She sits on her bed in the silence of the room. A distant expression clouds her face, and her eyes are brimming with unshed tears. She is reflecting on her past, and how it has shaped so much of who she is today. A depressed and lonely young woman.
How long has she been sitting there? She glances at the clock. Eleven-eleven, time to make a wish. She closes her eyes and wishes, as she does every night, to find "the one", that special person she will someday spend the rest of her life with. Someone who will love her for the person that she is....
She opens her eyes to find Him standing before her. Her dream lover, her perfect partner, the masked man she dances with in her sleep. Looking into his eyes, she finds them familiar but also ever so strange. His eyes never leave hers as he caresses her cheek and whispers, "I am here, my angel. You don't have to wish for me." Placing his hand over her heart, he tells her "I will always be right here."
Rising from her seat on the bed, she throws her arms around him. He pulls her close and holds her tight. She steps back a bit to look at him, and runs her fingers through his hair. Her fingers find the edge of the mask, and she realizes just how badly she needs to see his face. Swiftly she snatches away the mask, and for the first time she can truly see him...
She'd thought he would be angry, was expecting something like The Phantom of the Opera. She couldn't have been more wrong. He just stands there and smiles. She sinks back to sitting on the bed, utterly astounded by what she sees in his features.
He is every man she's ever wanted to be with, and at the same time he is none of them. Now she realizes why his eyes look so familiar. They are they first pair of eyes she ever fell for, and his mouth is that of the boy with whom she'd shared her first kiss...
Without another word, he offers his hand and she gives him hers. They were dancing through her dreams long before she'd ever taken a lesson or danced a single step in reality. In his arms it is the most natural thing in the world, and they dance to the song that plays in their hearts. The whole world just seems to melt away, and for those few moments she is truly happy... but it can't last.
Just as suddenly as he appeared, he is gone. He slowly fades into nothingness, and she finds herself dancing alone in the empty, silent room. He is nothing but a figment of her dreams, a creation of her own subconscious. He was never really there, and he never will be....
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