A PERPLEXED RIDDLE – PROLOGUE
Dark, slick, sheets of rain falls from the sky, and in this dream world I don't feel the shivering cold at all. With my hand, I shield my eyes from the water, and spy a lone figure a three yards in front of me. All I can see is its dark silhouette, but by one glance, I can tell that it's a male. He appears to be a head taller than me.
"Hello?" I call out, taking a hesitant step towards him. The figure makes no to attempt to move, nor talk. It's so dark and gloomy that I can't see any specifics about him. "Who are you?" I continue, taking more steps on the wet ground towards him until I'm just a mere two feet away from him.
Looking up at him, I can make out two dark blue eyes—like bottomless sapphires—gazing back at me. His mouth quirks up in a minuscule smile, and it seems like he was... sad; sorrowful. But why? His sadness affects me, and it makes me sad as well.
"Why must you be so full of sorrow?" I murmur gently, slowly trailing my hand up to his left cheek. Finally, I can make out a single detail; his cheekbones. As I slowly brush past them, I can tell they're high, and finely chiseled. He shudders involuntarily as the back of my hand slid down to his strong jaw.
He shakes his head slowly, and I can feel myself slowly regaining conscious; slowly returning back to the real world. He mouths something, and with strained ears, I can barely hear him say, "I'll be waiting."
And when I wake up, all I can remember are those dark, haunted, sapphire eyes, and his three final words: "I'll be waiting."