I wish I could see his face. It was clear and yet it was hazy. I loved to be around him- to be with him made me feel complete. His very touch made me feel satisfied, and content with myself. He was the last piece of me- he completed the puzzle of my soul. He was the answer to the most perplexing riddle in the universe- me.

He knows me too well. I wish he could know how much I loved him, but I can never tell him. Never. He won't accept me as his... no, he won't.

He will leave me. And I know I will not be able to manage without him. It is now or never. 

But as I approach him, he smiles and takes my hand in his. And then he comes closer. And closer. Then he kisses me.

And oh, what a pleasure it was. The eternal blissful piece of me- it was as if I had reached the ultimate salvation. Just his kiss forever and I would require nothing else. He was the one thing I could do anything for- the one thing I could die for- the one thing I can do anything for. He is the one I will sacrifice myself for. But it is not his kiss, no, it is his very touch. His very sensation, his very presence around me that makes me feel that way. But this kiss is equally important to me- because it makes me realise that he loves me the same way I love him, the passion is irresistible, and yet its something more than just leaning and kissing.  It is the very love that makes me love him, and him love me. The very care, the very support.

I didn't want to part, but I needed to breathe in. And he needed it too.

***

This place is beautiful. Tall trees- pine and oak- greenery everywhere, and a beautiful, natural wooden villa in the middle, making the view all the more picturesque. And then I see the horrifying scene.

A girl yells. Her voice is so young, like that of a teenager, and somewhat childish. Her voices fill the air- for she screams with intervals- and everytime expresses a different emotion- once of fear, then of pain, and agony, and then of misery, and surrender.

I see blood. Lots and lots of it. An old man stabbed the girl with a kitchen knife. No, with something larger and sharper- a chef's knife, like the ones in five star hotels. Or maybe a butcher's knife- the size was unfamiliar to me. I tried to protest, but then I realised that I was not there at all. I was only but a mere spectator.

And then he yelled in fear and agony. I recognised his voice immediately. It made my heart fill with joy. And then he yelled again, this time with anxiety, and then a yell filled with pain.

The old man rushed at him. He is strong though- he overpowers him and overcomes him clearly. The old man took out his long savored weapon and stabbed him. He fell down. He will never get up. My heart filled with pain.

The old man buries the girl and him under the soil and plants seeds over them. Seeds? Then his eyes meet mine. Can he see me?

He smirks. Then he rushes towards me. It is then that I realise I am a part of the dream now. I run. I want to get out of here. Let me out!

I opened my eyes. I was sweating very badly. I looked toward the clock to see the time and then I remembered- this is the villa, my new place of stay. I have not even put up the clocks yet. And plus, there's no electricity.

I got up to check if the power had come back. I tried the switches but nothing happened. I took my phone and using its flashlight I went towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. Hopefully there was a bottle of chilled water. I sipped some of it in relief. Then I closed it in haste.

I decided to take a round of the villa. Just stroll around the main iron gate. For a break. And since the bad dream had finished my urge to sleep, maybe this would bring it back again. The nightmare had completely shaken me. 

I took my phone with me as I walked outside the villa. Just in case I find any insects, or rattle snakes. I was scared of cockroaches, rattle snakes and spiders. And red and giant black ants too. And stinging wasps.

I came to a halt. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. This was impossible.

In front of me stood the old man from my dreams. He suddenly appeared from beyond the shadows lurking behind the trees.

He smirked. His knife shined red in the moonlight. Or was it my flashlight? My phone fell from my hand. I couldn't move. He ran towards me, all set to attack me.

I closed my eyes. Everything went black.

***

It took sometime to adjust to the daylight. It took some more seconds to analyse where I was.

Then I realised that all I was actually doing was staring at a pair of blue eyeballs which were searching in my pitch black eyes for something. But wait.

'Who are you?' I asked, getting up frantically.

'I look after the house.' He said.