Angel of Darkness
Last night… I had a dream. It was a dream of utter despair. It was a short dream, but a dream no less. I should call it a nightmare… but something inside me says that this dream is completely unworthy of that word. The only way I can describe it… is… odd. It wasn’t scary, but it was at the same time. It wasn’t wonderful, yet it felt my heart with a feeling of beautiful love and explicit joy and laughter. As I have said before… this dream was not worth the word nightmare.
It all started with a dark room… bare and quiet. I stud in lone spot within this bleak unending darkness. I looked around, I was alone in and empty space… not for long though. After a while, I begun to hear footsteps as a shadowy figure appeared. I squinted my eyes and was able to make out a girl. She had on a school uniform and had strange looking pink hair. Her face looked shy, but her body language said otherwise.
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