Author's Note: Uploading more stories I found while cleaning out my HD. This was written 6 years ago. I have a thing about exploring minor characters and strange pairings.
She comes to me in my dreams. Her haunting figure swaying back and forth, billowing in the wind. Intrigued, yet afraid, I keep a distance, but she beckons me and draws me near, so near I could feel her hot breath on my skin, her petite fingers softly touching me.
She is doll-like, a perfection of beauty. Perhaps I have sinned. Perhaps I'm not as perfect as Saya believes me to be. But it all seems so right, when the silky strands of her raven hair brushes over my body, when she cries out my name, even when I do not know hers, for she refuses to tell me. When her sweet voice gingerly trails out her sorrows, her pains, her love, I blindly yearn for her.
Her power over me is immense. She did not wish me to tell my son about his fate, and I don't ask why. I just want to follow her, wherever she may be.
So I close my eyes and let go.