"Some men fall in love slowly. Others spend years chasing a ghost until the ghost finally becomes real."DAMIENI was sixteen the first time I saw her.Not truly. Not in the way you saw people you could reach out and touch, people whose names you could learn and whose presence you could verify with more than one sense. This was a dream, and I knew it was a dream while I was inside it, which somehow made it worse, because knowing it was a dream meant knowing it would end.A veil. That was the clearest thing. White, moving in a wind I could not feel, translucent enough that I could see the shape of her behind it without being able to see her face. Gold eyes, watching me through the fabric with an expression I could never fully describe after waking, something between recognition and patience, the look of someone who knew exactly how this ended and was waiting for me to catch up.And a voice. Low and clear, coming from somewhere I could not locate, music or speaking or something between
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