i'm on my back looking up into his beautiful face as he leans over me. his face isn't quite like any other. red lips shaped like an elvish bow turn slightly up at the corners, regardless of whether or not he's smiling, lending human emotion to his otherwise cold exterior. his eyes are bright, dark green and almost glow. they are swept back at the edges of his pale face and remind me almost of dragons. sometimes looking into them they scare me. they are so alive, so perceptive. i always wonder how much they see, how deep into my mind they penetrate. his long dark hair tickles my face and i want to brush it back but my arms won't move. they are perhaps held down but i can't be sure. he's saying something but i can't make out the words. his edges are blurred with moonlight. i struggle to hear him, i desperatly want to, but i feel strangley removed from the scene. i wonder what it could be he's saying. my old fears of him leaving creep back. i try to read his expression to get some indication of what he's feeling but it's blurred with the moonlight too now. his hands are on my wrists and he shakes me, trying to get his point accross and the bus jolts me awake.
