Pret
Pret's room was anything but bare. It had a beautiful chandelier dripping from the ceiling, a gorgeous vanity, a large dresser, a princess bed, a desk, a retro radio, her creations hung on the walls, and her favorite, a gigantic book shelf with all the best fairytales of all time. Her favorite was the story of Rapunzel. Pret often pretended she was the golden haired princess imprisoned in a hidden tower. Except she wasn't imprisoned in a tower, but by her own deformity that she could never escape from. And, unlike Rapunzel, Pret was never alone.
She always had her beautiful loving mother to keep her company. That is, until now. Without her mother the room felt miserably empty. The glow was gone. Her mother's chair sat empty and cold, missing the warmth it once held. And, unlike the golden haired girl, Pret could never be rescued.
She miserably crawled to her bed, curled herself up in a tight ball, and wept. She wept and wept, until she drifted to sleep. And in that blissful sleep, she dreamt of nothing she had ever dreamt of before. She dreamt of a blue that stretched for miles without end. A sun, brighter than she could have ever imagined. She dreamt of gorgeous green hills blanketed with millions of flowers. But as the dream slowly zoomed out, she noticed it was not nature but a painting. As it zoomed out more, she noticed there were others, of all different scenes. Sketches, paintings, and more! All seemed to be laid out on an old oak desk.
It zoomed out more and she noticed there was someone working at the desk. A boy, around her age. He had tan skin, wavy brown hair combed back neatly, and electrifying blue eyes. He was adding in color to a portrait of a young 16 year old girl. It seemed he was finishing it up. The was incredibly pale and had dark ebony hair with glittering silver highlights. It wasn't until Pret noticed the startling gold eyes, that she realized it was her. But, how could it have possibly been her. She had never left her home. Never seen the sun. Never met anyone other than her mother. How did he capture her natural silver highlights and golden eyes so easily?
She was lost in thought, when she noticed a sharp movement in front of her. The boy must've seen her. And he was startled for only a second. Then, his startled expression turned to earnest curiosity. He started up toward her, seemingly to study her closer. He cautiously reached out a hand to touch her. Just before he did, She woke up. Alone again, in her empty room.
Michael
Michael woke up with his head on his desk next to the drawing of the girl he'd been dreaming of. He had seen her again. Was he going crazy? He's never even met anyone like her before. How did she get her eyes like that? Contacts? Surgery? They were gorgeous. She looked like she had never seen the sun. He looked back over at his sketch. He smiled to himself. She was by far the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
He thought back to his dreams. He had never seen her background, but by the shadows on her face, maybe somewhere darkish? In all of his dreams, she had been wearing a plain long-sleeved dress, that looked homemade. He had seen once an older woman with the same face, kinda. But she did not have gold eyes of silver hair. Those gorgeous gold eyes had been plaguing in his dreams for weeks.
He yearned to know her name and why the gold in her eyes and the silver in her hair looked so real.