The forest all around me was black; except for the glowing eyes. I had been running for what felt like an eternity, stumbling over tree limbs and tumbling through thorny bushes. No matter how much I ran, though, the eyes were never close behind me. In the beginning I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips. It was like this dark world had no sound. My throat felt like it was on fire, so I gave up on trying to scream. I honestly could not remember how I even got there: alone in a dark, hellish forest.

I ran and ran until I could run no more. My limbs screamed in protest with every step, every breath. I slowly hobbled on, knowing if I stopped; the eyes would surely get me. A tree limb tripped me, and I was just too tired to get back up. As I lay there on the ground, panting, struggling for air, the silence broke. A symphony of whispers filled the darkness, bombarding my ears. "Run." "Alone." "Afraid." The voices taunted me.

Tears filled my eyes. I'm going to die. This is how I die. Those thoughts kept running in my mind, and I honestly believed them. I accepted my fate. I had nobody to live for anyways. Back home, I had no parents. No friends. Only my sketchbook, which had gotten me through all the rough times in my life, kept me going. So, maybe death wasn't so bad. As I slowly closed my eyes, waiting for the eyes to finally come upon me, a faint light caught my peripheral vision. Is someone there? Will I get out of here?

I decided I could fight one last time. It might be worth living. So, I slowly crawled towards the light. Every so often I would look back, and sure enough, the eyes were still there. As I got closer to the light, I noticed that it was a person. But he was not using a flashlight or a torch. No. The light was emanating from the person, himself. I hid myself behind a tree, peeking out just enough to study the strange boy, who looked about nineteen, only a year older than myself. His face looked like it had been chiseled by the most skilled sculptor. He was beautiful. Sky blue eyes sat behind dark eyelashes, and his black hair fell in messy waves upon his muscular shoulders. He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a plain white T-shirt, looking very out of place within the dark forest. "I know you are there," he laughed. His voice was like chocolate, so deep and rich.

Mesmerized, I stood and emerged from behind the tree. A smile broke across his face the moment he saw me. He reached out his hand, beckoning for me to come to him. I felt no fear as I approached him. I was three feet away from him when he took a step closer and wrapped his lean arms me and engulfed me in a hug. His lips gently touched my forehead. Normally, I would have been terrified of such a gesture from a stranger. But for some strange reason, it all just felt so right. I felt like I was meant to be with this boy. I turned my head to see if the eyes were still there, but to my surprise, they were nowhere in sight. "My love," he said, "I have finally found you."

I turned back to face him. He was watching me, his eyes so filled with love that I could not help but smile. He bent down and brushed my lips with his, and I could feel his lips pull into a grin as he did so. The forest all around melted away and all that was left of the world was the boy. My true love. All the fear I had built up inside me disappeared and was replaced with pure joy. A beautiful meadow materialized around us, and the fragrance of spring flowers filled the air. I looked up into the boy's eyes and he looked back into mine. We stared at each other, and nothing else in the world seemed to matter.

Just as the boy bent down to kiss me again, I wake up to the blaring cries of my alarm clock and the dream melts away.