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New Chapter! Yay! The only problem? After this one I don't really know what to write about for Road's dreams and nightmares... any ideas?

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Soft music seemed to fill the room. The sound grew and grew until the whole room was overwhelmed by the heartrending music. Tears came to Road's eyes, she couldn't control them.

This melody seemed familiar…

It wasn't that she had any memory that she could recall of this song but more because of the fact that she just KNEW that it was such a miserable song… the way it was played… it was hauntingly beautiful. It sounded so wistful.

As the song changed tempo slightly, her feet began to walk on their own. She couldn't help but move closer to where the song was coming from… closer… She came to a white room with a piano in the center. Playing on the piano was a black shadow.

Road squinted her eyes to try to see who it was playing but it was too dark in the blindingly white room for her to make out the figure. The figure, whose hands had been flying over the keys previously, stopped. Slowly the figure turned towards Road. She held her breath, waiting to see who it was playing such a sad song.

Then it hit her.

She gasped in recognition as a swarm of bitter memories flooded back to her. She took a step forward, her eyes wide.

"Neah?" her voice shook, sounding hopefully hesitant, guarded.

The figure, Neah, smiled as he stood up, the tails of his suit flying behind him. He extended his gloved hand towards Road. Time seemed to freeze, the melody still eerily in the air even though it was not being played anymore. Road took another step towards him, her body numb.

She didn't want to believe it… or, well, she just didn't want to get her hopes up. She had wanted to see that face, the face that had haunted her for as long as she could remember, for the longest time now. She had yearned for this moment… and to have it happening… she just couldn't shake the fact that this was too good to be true.

"Road," Neah whispered softly, his hand still waiting.

A pain shot through her chest as she choked on a sob. His voice… she couldn't help but have missed him so much. No matter what he might have done… how much he had hurt everyone… she just couldn't find it in her to be angry with Neah when she had so desperately wanted to see him again.

"Come," Neah added with a slight beckon of his hand.

Road couldn't hold it in anymore, she burst out running to Neah.

Then she was falling. Darkness seemed to surround her, cutting off a still smiling Neah with his hand still extended. She reached out her hand desperately towards him, trying with all her strength to get a hold on his hand.

She cried in relief as her hand was grabbed firmly by Neah, her falling paused. He smiled down at her, his face the face of an angel. Her hand felt so warm, so secure.

Road smiled back up at him, grateful to see him, to be able to touch him, again after all this time. Tears started to fall down her face as she held Neah's hand tighter, bringing her face to rest upon it. Everything felt alright for the first time in awhile. She hadn't noticed how NOT alright things had really been until this moment.

But then cold snow started to fall.

The white flakes danced in the surrounding darkness and with a rueful smile from Neah, they seemed to engulf him. The hand that Road had been holding faded away into snowflakes, adding to the many others. Road cried out, her hand still extended in front of her, as she started to fall again.

As she spiraled down into the darkness, which was stained with the white snowflakes, she could hear what sounded like the melody from before.

"I'm sorry."

The music seemed to whisper in what sounded frighteningly like Neah's voice.

"Forgive me."

Road didn't start awake. She woke slowly, tears silently running down her face. She just laid there, her eyes closed one minute then open the next. Her body felt numb and her chest ached with lost. She now could comprehend that it had all been a dream but it didn't change the yearning that was re-acknowledged. She did truly, desperately, want to see Neah again.

She extended her hand out in front of her in the darkness of her room, just the outline of it visible. She laughed softly to herself, thinking about how stupid she was… how stupid emotions were. They made no sense. Her laughter died when she felt warmth surround her hand… almost like someone was holding it. A strangled sound escaped her mouth.

Why did even in a dream Neah have to go? Leave her?