Dreams Can Come True
Francis Bonnefoy was a famous French painter. Dozens of his works hung in many museums around Paris. People said that he had superb taste in art, food, and in lovers. No matter how many lovers the man had...he was never satisfied. Men or women...no one seemed to catched his eye. That was until he started dreaming of the same man every night.
Francis didn't know when the dreams started, but every dream was the same. It always started with a pair of emerald eyes below a pair of horrendous eyebrows. The eyes would always draw him in to come closer. His footsteps would always lead him closer and closer to this unknown man and he would always reach the man before he would awaken.
The dream frustrated him to no end. It was all he thought about by the time he woke up to the time he would fall asleep. This mysterious man plagued his mind and he tried to analyze the dream the best he could possibly could. Had he seen the man before? Was he a sign of something to come? Or was he his soulmate? So many questions flooded his mind.
Today, the Frenchman decided to paint the man he had been seeing in his dreams. He turned to a fresh page and he began to paint. It took him hours to finish the painting, but when he finally finished...he stared at it like it was the most excellent painting he had ever seen in his life.
The man in his painting was simply gorgeous. He was slender and had an air of sophistication about him. He had emerald orbs for eyes. He had unruly blonde hair that the Frenchman just wanted to run his fingers through. Last, but not least, he had those big black eyebrows. They weren't a flaw in Francis's eyes. It made the man unique.
This painting gave him a feeling that he had never experienced. At that moment, Francis realized that the painting he had created from his dreams was in fact the painting of...his soulmate.
After the painting had dried, the French artist ran his slender hand over the painted man's face and smiled. "If only you were real...", he uttered softly to the painting. All Francis ever wanted in his life was a real relationship not just a brief fling like his past lovers.
The French artist was tired of his current love life. He wanted to settle down. At first, he rather enjoyed the title of "playboy", but those days were soon coming to a close. He would find this dream man even if it took him forever, but there was a possibility that the man didn't even exist...
The Frenchman let out a heavy sigh and glanced at the clock. It was getting late. With one more glance at the painting, the blonde finally decided to retire to his bedroom for the night. He walked up the stairs feeling so hopeful, but yet so hopeless. Francis grew tired of the same old routine, but what he would wake up and find in the morning would give him the biggest shock of his life.