Who the hell was he?
Why was he haunting her, her dreams?
Every night she went to her bed dreading what sleep might bring to her unconscious mind.
Then every morning, she'd wake up and cry, cursing the Fates for letting him let her go.
Who was he?
Why did he invade her dreams?
Why did he drag her into his world?
Why did he make her dance?
Why did she let him?
Why did he love her?

She was beautiful.
He wanted her for his own, had since the beginning when he first saw her.
Every night, he'd capture her from her slumber.
Every morning, he'd reluctantly let her go.
He didn't even dare speak her name in fear that she would run away.
He never forced her to come.
He merely whispered a word and she came with a small uneasy smile.
He loved dancing with her
He loved her so much.....