Every night in my dreams
I see you
I feel you
That is how I know you go on
Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on
Rollan walked into his room from a particularly tiring day. The boy-he could t really be called a boy considering he was 20 and 6 feet tall-slowly peeled off the sweat-soaked clothes and gradually lowered into the tub (prepared by the servants). Rollan sighed and relaxed for once in a while. Once the water turned cold, he got out, dried, put on fresh bed clothes, and climbed into bed. The now-adult's eyes dropped and quickly fell asleep.
Rollan could vaguely make out a small figure in the distance. As it approached, he could see more details: about 10 inches shorter than him, silky black hair, and beauty that had no enhancement from facial paint. It was his lover: Meilin. She smiled at him, not a fake, practiced one, but a real and genuine smile. He looked into her brownish-black eyes and she looked into his. Their love was radiating from them. Suddenly, a scream of agony was heard, a shout Rollan knew all too well.
He didn't need to look past Meilin's shoulder to see who's it was. General Teng's pain filled his dreams; this happened every dream. Meilin's eyes fill with horror, and she runs towards her father, but the crocodile's jaws would have crushed her too, if it weren't for the fact that Rollan pulled her back. The Zhongese's eyes filled with tears as her beloved pulled her in to his chest, rubbing up and down her arm and mumbling soothing nonsense into her ears. This happened almost every night. Sometimes, Rollan swear he could feel Meilin's soft skin touching him. And he could swear that this was real.
Rollan woke up. Just a dream again. This time, strangely enough, he had to go assure himself that Meilin was okay. He silently walked to her bedroom and steadily opened the door. Meilin was a light sleeper and woke up immediately. She quickly turned to face him, a knife in hand. The Amayan raised his hands in defeat and smiled at her as she grinned, in relief, back. She motioned for him to come lay down with her and he complied. They soon fell asleep, Meilin's head resting on his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist protectively. When hours had passed Rollan awoke and started to shift, trying to go back to his room. Meilin stirred and stopped him from going anywhere. "Will you stay with me?" She asked, her normally strong, commanding voice, now soft and sweet. Rollan returned to his position and replied "Yeah. Always." She snuggled into him more, and he felt her body go limp. He smiled to himself. Even after everything they've been through, they've moved on together.