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[audrina]

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She watched herself, as she often did while dreaming. Her golden hair flowed loosely around her scar less face. A golden dress moved with the curves of her body as she ran, giggling, through the woods. She looked back almost directly into Audrina’s watching eyes, but then let out a shriek. Someone was chasing her, but she seemed thrilled. Her laughed echoed as did the sound of her feet running over breaking twigs.

”Davaran.” She whispered the words out loud, still completely wrapped up in her sleep.

She continued watching, unable to force herself to wake, but also not wanting to wake. The chase was nearly finished; a young, handsome man was close behind. He, just as Audrina, looked innocent and flawless. She watched as his arms wrapped around the younger version of herself. As she fell to the ground she let out a loud laugh and then quickly embraced him in a kiss. Both Audrina and Davaran turned over in the grass, looking up towards the sky, their hands intertwined.

A chill came over her body. She began to turn over, but soon found the wounds on her back were not yet healed. The dream continued.

She stared at them, for what seemed like hours. Both wrapped up in such bliss. Their mouths were moving and their conversation was vivid in her mind, but she could not hear any words. Their lack in movement allowed her to survey her surroundings. She knew they were not too far from Hanse’s Hostel. The location seemed familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Her eyes lingered on the large tree opposite of the sitting couple. The branches hung low to the ground. Each leaf seemed perfectly aligned with the next, a green water fall floating above a sea of grass.

Her eyes lingered for too long. They were gone. She knew where they were and wanted nothing more than to continue to bask in their happiness, but she was frozen. Frozen in a memory, staring at a tree that she was not sure still existed.

The pain began to dart up her back; her eyes began to water as they opened. She let out a loud cry, not sure if it was due to the pain or due to the loss, ”Tay!”
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