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A boy who is no longer a stranger No longer faceless and nameless

Now that we’ve watched each other die, now that we’ve been intimate, there are no secrets between us

In the drea brown skin he does in real life The saold that reflect e thousands of times

Kaleidoscope eyes

He’s my fated one, as surely as I am his

And yet, with so many answers secured, the question remains: In this particular dream—which one of us will die?

Raven luresstrea with vivid, blue fish—only to vanish thean anxious hand over the front of my dress A dress that once seenize as the one I wore on my return from the Upperworld

Finally, the pieces of this strange, surreal puzzle begin to fall into place

Though how this will end is anyone’s guess

“Daire”

He speaks my name from a place just behind me, and for one sweet moment, I shutterti all too well how brief this moment will be

He places a hand onplayed this role countless ti the sharp intake of breath when les and curves of his face The strong, ser, ah, elegant cheekbones—the square chin and strong jaw—the sure, straight nose—the enticing, full lips He stands beforewide, strong shoulders, and finely drawn abs that narrow into slinky, trim hips where a pair of faded, old jeans dip precariously low

He reaches toward ers around the curve of my jaw, he bestows me with a look that’s meant to assure that he’s in on it too Wise to the potential for danger ahead, but determined to enjoy this scene until another one shifts into its place, we head for the other side of the forest and wade into theBoth of us all too aware this is where the dreae toward each other, unable to veer from the script

Dace’s fingers glide overripples of warainst , it rendersfor more

He works the sli the fabric down past my shoulders, my waist, until I stand bared before his hisroeak, rips of the sweet, glorious pleasure of being together, until he lifts his chin and says, “It is tiht on mine

Quick to agree, I nod in reply Sensing the truth behind the words, though I’ve no idea what they mean