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I'm haunted…every time I close my eyes he is there. But why? He seems familiar and he feels so real. Is he real? Is he from another time perhaps? A vision of what's to come? No, I knew him.
Who are you? Why do I feel so close to you?
My footsteps echo through my empty chambers. I gaze out upon the lush expanse of jungle before me, the cold marble beneath my feet and hands. I'm surrounded by so much, yet I feel so empty, hollow. What cruel game has befallen me? Am I to spend my years longing to feel the touch of a man who I do not know?
Am I fated to love a shadow?
I look around my room: Every day of my life has been spent here, yet it seems so strange to me now. I feel like a lifetime passed since I last saw its walls, slept amid the flowing curtains. Why do I feel so misplaced? Why does it feel like something is missing?
"Please...please...forgive me....please..."
The words echo through my mind like a memory from long ago. Did I say those words? Or was it the man who lives in my dreams? Once I knew – I know that much. Would he remember me and is he too haunted by memories of a time forgotten?
Is he even real?
The sun begins to rise; it's golden rays warming my skin. With it comes the prospect of a new day. But this does not comfort me. I know that every day ends with night. And with night, the dreams come. He comes.
And I am haunted once more.
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