"I've become what I can't be,"
She was running down a corridor, the darkness closing around her, the drumming of her footsteps unbearably loud in her ears, matching the frantic thrumming of her desperate heart. He was ahead of her, back turned and unaware of her rapid approach. She wanted to reach out and touch him on the shoulder, to hug him and assure him she loved him, but there was a barrier about his motionless form. He stood there, one arm bare, the pale skin luminous in the black. He was staring at his arm, whilst behind him she hammered at the wall she could not see, calling his name again and again. It resisted her, and her heart broke as she watched the tears roll down the side of his face. When he turned, his eyes bore into her, with fearful passion. She shrank back, one hand outstretched as though he would take it. He gazed at his arm, and back to her face, desperation hurting her as keenly as the blade of a knife.
The dark mark sullying his skin.
She woke up screaming.
The line at the beginning is from "Stop and stare," by OneRepublic
Please R and R.