A/N: The names I got from Madeline L'Engle's 'Many Waters'. The rest is purely my own. Please review... I thrive on criticism... sad but true.
"Eblis! EBLIS! Wake up!"
I woke screaming and thrashing in my bed while someone stood above me. I stopped yelling, but my heart continued to throb until I thought it would burst out of my chest. I heaved and clutched the sides of the bed, looking wildly around the room, trying to focus on something. The person grabbed me and held me tightly, but gently, against their bare chest. It was Rofocale. He began to rock me back and forth as I shuddered uncontrollably in his arms. When I finally stopped, he looked down at me sadly. I felt the tears well up in my eyes.
"Rof- I… I dreamt… I-" I stuttered.
"Shh," he whispered. "I know."
The tears came and rolled silently and hotly down my cheeks. Rofocale sat me up and held me, letting me cry it out on his shoulder. I finally calmed down, but stayed in his arms.
"I miss… it. All of it," I sighed. I was going to say I miss you, but caught myself. I had to remind myself that I didn't love him anymore. He squeezed me gently and whispered, "Me too." I had a feeling he was talking about what I had meant to say.
I looked up at his face, soaking in its cold beauty and the love in his deep, black eyes. I studied his flawless, white skin and the lines of his perfect lips. I felt him doing the same to me. Goodness, I missed him. I looked in his eyes again.
"Thanks," I said softly. He smiled and pulled me closer. I laid my head back on his chest and wrapped my arms around him. We sat like that on my bed, breathing together and in each other's arms, until the light of dawn began to stream into the window.
Rofocale softly slid out from under me and laid my head on my pillow. He pulled the blankets up around me, and then kissed my cheek. I smiled at him and as he closed the door to my room, I whispered "I love you."
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I could have sworn I heard him reply, "I love you too."