I typed this up at ungodly hours of the morning because I really screwed up with someone who I held dear at the time. This was the first part of my apology. The two subsequent parts are... very unclear because of my muddled thoughts xD So this is all I'm leaving here. I kind of like some of the things I type up so I'm curious if they're too confusing or if people actually like them o:
Note: This is supposed to take place in medieval times, which is my excuse for "eventide".

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Eyelids snapped open and constricted pupils darted around, looking for something to focus on in the room. The boy’s pupils dilated as they adapted to the darkness and his breathing slowed to a reasonable pace. He sat up in bed and held his head in his hands, a well-practiced pose that had gained much use the past few months. Almost every night the boy was plagued by dreams—or rather, nightmares—that varied greatly yet held the same subject: a faceless, shapeless, girl.

This girl who walked his nightmares always appeared in anything he dreamt of. Her long, pitch-black curtain of hair would follow his short, blond locks as the two ventured toward a goal of some sort. Piercing green eyes would gaze into his crystalline blue, but the shape and shade of her eyes would change every dream. He once thought that after so many dreams, the same shape/shade combination would reappear, but he was proved wrong by his seemingly boundless imagination.
Tonight’s dream gave the boy, Ahren, a setting in the forests of his home country. He and his mysterious female companion journeyed through thickets of underbrush. Ahren, ever the gentleman, held back a few boughs of trees as they passed through, mindful of how the branches would snap back into his partner’s face when he walked carelessly through the thick shrubbery. Once or twice he glanced back in futile attempts to sneak a peek at her appearance. Predictably enough, the shadows covered her face in all the right places—albeit wrong places in Ahren’s opinion—to conceal her facial features. Only her unmistakably green eyes would look back at him, almost-but-not-quite glowing with sadistic mirth at his fruitless efforts to uncover her face.

Eventually, the two made it to the top of a rock cliff, meeting an amazing display of eventide; the light fell across the valley below them indiscriminately, sparing no tree, no bush, and no patch of flowers of its glow. Growing excited, Ahren looked up at the girl—named Claudia, if he remembered correctly from a previous dream—expecting the glow from the sunset to bathe her facial features as well. Defying his expectations stood Claudia, at Ahren’s shoulder with her cloak’s hood pulled over her head, making her face the only thing not illuminated by the soft orange light. Even so, her face turned towards him and her eyes curved ever-so-slightly upwards. Taking this as a smile, Ahren became overconfident and committed the same mistake he made in countless other dreams. Claudia, noticing this change in Ahren’s countenance, stopped smiling immediately. Her eyes begged a silent plea of Ahren to stop before he continued down the path which would only serve to infuriate him further. Turning her body to him, she reached out with her covered arms to physically stop him, but it was too late. His judgment was clouded by his initial assumption of the jovial atmosphere, so he failed to notice the new countenance and the impending horror of his companion.

The corner of his mouth eased up into a smirk as he asked the fatal question:
“Show me that pretty face of yours, you shameless tease.”[/spoiler]