—Melissa—
His ink-black hair shone in the light of the chandelier and the candles in front of us. He moved the candle holder away as he reached my hand quickly. He smiled at me as I gave it back. I noticed that he didn't touch his dessert. I knew that he would take me out for dinner because he has to leave but still, I wish that he shouldn't. I wish that he'll stay with me until I figure out my dream about him.
Every night, I had an odd dream. But I know in my dream that I had encountered him. I don't know what it means, but he said that he lived long. Like more than nine-hundred years. If I wasn't mistaken, he knew who I was back then and he knew why I am suffering from nightmares. I stared at his eyes that are the color of a nomad. It felt like I was about to drown in those beautiful eyes. There are times that I saw him in my dream in red eyes with blood running from his mouth.