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I keep having dreams and images in my head, of two lovers. I have written romance before but I usually just keep it in my head. Lately, those images have been so strong that I find it hard to keep them at bay, and why should I?
This morning I woke up with a beautiful story in my mind, albeit somewhat cliched. (It reminds me of the film All Good Things but does not end in murder. Spoiler much?) I won’t write down the whole thing because it will take me ages. After all, in my mind, it just took me minutes to record it.
Basically, a boy and a girl fell in love, but she had dark demons lurking beneath the surface and soon enough, those demons were too strong for either one to handle. He couldn’t fix her, she couldn’t get better, so one day she tried to jump into death. He got there just in time to save her from herself, and finally, he had no choice but to find her a safe haven: the asylum called Bleechthorne. She stayed there for years and he finally lost hope to see her again, as the officials would only let him write letters, which she never answered.
