Midnight Tales
Title: Midnight Tales {Pt. 1}
Pairing: "I" and "Him" [yeah I'm not that original :P]
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Love story between two people that taken place in dreams
A/N: This story had been playing in my head for couple of years now, I only have courage t write them down now. Hope someone will like this. :)
Disclaimer: I own all... :P Any similarities with anything else will be purely coincidence since it's the work of my imagination and my muse...
As the clock strikes twice, the air would change and all the tiredness I had from the day just left my body I had no trace of the existence of my being. I am lost.
There he was, arm stretched open. Smile readily to welcome my existence, never failed even once to show otherwise. He would stand there, on the dim light, and there he was for endless time, to welcome me as the midnight come.
I would run onto his embrace, inhale the smell mixture of the night air and his existence. The freshness was pouring my tired heart with hopes. And once again I could breath freely, once again I could simply smile for no reason, even as the day was too tough and all I wanted was to break down and cry.
Our eyes would meet and the stories would just pour out of my heart. I couldn’t stop it, neither would he stopping it. It was the main reason of his existence; it was the main reason of this connection. He would become the devil I need, harsh words to wake me up from the pain and keep moving. He would become the gentle hand of angel, easing out my pain and pouring me with hopes. He would be the brother I despised, annoyed me to death under the name of love. He would be the lover I adore, holding me tight when all just too much.
I was damsel in distress; He was my prince charming, my fairy godmother and my evil companion all in one.
Yet as the reddish light appear on the east, it was time for the damsel to wake up from her sleep, and for the prince charming to go back to his castle. As the birds chirping and my eyes open, I would be me again, and he would be the shadow of my night.
I never want to question, for I don’t want to know the answer. Our existence is connected with one and another. He was in my dream as I was in his.
Pairing: "I" and "Him" [yeah I'm not that original :P]
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Love story between two people that taken place in dreams
A/N: This story had been playing in my head for couple of years now, I only have courage t write them down now. Hope someone will like this. :)
Disclaimer: I own all... :P Any similarities with anything else will be purely coincidence since it's the work of my imagination and my muse...
As the clock strikes twice, the air would change and all the tiredness I had from the day just left my body I had no trace of the existence of my being. I am lost.
There he was, arm stretched open. Smile readily to welcome my existence, never failed even once to show otherwise. He would stand there, on the dim light, and there he was for endless time, to welcome me as the midnight come.
I would run onto his embrace, inhale the smell mixture of the night air and his existence. The freshness was pouring my tired heart with hopes. And once again I could breath freely, once again I could simply smile for no reason, even as the day was too tough and all I wanted was to break down and cry.
Our eyes would meet and the stories would just pour out of my heart. I couldn’t stop it, neither would he stopping it. It was the main reason of his existence; it was the main reason of this connection. He would become the devil I need, harsh words to wake me up from the pain and keep moving. He would become the gentle hand of angel, easing out my pain and pouring me with hopes. He would be the brother I despised, annoyed me to death under the name of love. He would be the lover I adore, holding me tight when all just too much.
I was damsel in distress; He was my prince charming, my fairy godmother and my evil companion all in one.
Yet as the reddish light appear on the east, it was time for the damsel to wake up from her sleep, and for the prince charming to go back to his castle. As the birds chirping and my eyes open, I would be me again, and he would be the shadow of my night.
I never want to question, for I don’t want to know the answer. Our existence is connected with one and another. He was in my dream as I was in his.