Posted by Anonymous on 2013/01/01 under Uncategorized I woke in the dark with the shadow of a man above me. I could feel his hand on my leg, I didn’t know his but I knew that he was trying to know me. I started screaming but his moved one of his hands over my mouth. I tried to fight but he was on top of me taking the life out of me with each breath. Then I could hear Connor shouting, the weight was gone but the fighting wasn’t over. Connor pushed the man to the floor and in a fast turn picked me up of the floor and ran. His arms around me, running faster and faster. We were in a field now, that’s when the pain started. Shots running up my leg from my ankle, its broken for sure. We came to a small building and he stepped inside, there was a small bed, an oven, and a sink, it was some sort of cabin. He put me on the bed and wrapped me ankle with a piece of cloth. Then sadly I woke from my dream of love to the man I will never see again.
“Are you ok?” he said in sort of a whisper.
“It hurts but I am better, how did you find me?”
“I went to your house and I saw the mess I knew something was up, and when I got to the studio and you weren’t there I had to find you.”
“Well thank you.” I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. As I pulled back he leaned in to kiss me. His lips were warm and passionate, but longing for love, I knew it would happen but not like this. He slowly pushed me back to lay on the bed and continued to kiss me, running he’s hands on my body touching every spot I needed to feel. I wanted it, I needed it, but the words slipped out,
“Not like this, I… I just cant.”
“Its ok I know.”
R.I.P. Connor…my love