Love Story- Tailor Swift
Sunlight poured in through the open window of Evey's new apartment, draping over her prone form. Lazy eyelids fluttered as she floated through the mists of some hazy dream.
…He hoped that it was a good one.
V sat, gazing upon her in silent wonder, barely breathing as his soul drank in the sight. She did not know of his presence here, not yet at least. Ever since she had left the Shadow Gallery V had made it a point to avoid this particular area of town, but he had finally come to a point where he could no longer stand it.
Waking up unnaturally early that particular morning, he had rushed to the apartment, unable to control his movements, merely following the call of what he only knew as his most precious and urgent mission I life.
Evey. Only Evey
"V?" he heard her whisper beside him
"Evey" his tone was deep, yet tender
"I am in a dream." She stated, looking at him with squinted eyes
"No."
"Yes," she said, her words were resolute.
"I had to come."