Dark attire. Black curls. The back of a man that she could never forget. The voice she had never held before, but had longed for it. Arms that she had been homesick for, despite the fact that they had never held her. Her eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing, from horror. This wasn't a man. He was a beast. Memories of the being that she had seen in the room, she was terrified. Her skin was pale from the fear, and the prince watched it all. 

The fear in her eyes amused him, and with no intent of digging further, he had left, even though she was begging him not to, in her head. It was visible on her face, yet seeing it, he moved out anyway. Covering her mouth with her hands, she tried her best to control herself from any noise, until the hand slammed on her right, near her head.

Those golden eyes. Those shimmering, glowing, beautiful golden eyes. The sight of them falling onto hers, brought so many more memories, yet the pain made her silent. Her heart screamed for him, waiting for him to ask her, to embrace her, to hold her, yet the silence was crushing her. 

To be living like every other person, but to be thrown into a pool of agony all of sudden, nothing had been peaceful ever since she started having those dreams. Everything had become so complex, she had no idea. The conversation she heard between those two only added more confusion. 

“Worlds? Beasts? God? This man, who is he? Why does he make me feel this way? What has he done to me? What have you done to me? What do I want from you? What do you want from me? Why does my heart ache so much from looking at your eyes? Why do you sound so familiar yet so distant? Who are you? What have you done to me?”

She thought and the fear of the unknown had scared her so much, her legs had given up from the danger that had cornered her. 

“Why?”

His voice cleared all thoughts, echoing through her ears like a clear wave. Did he know? Did he remember? Remember what? She instinctively knew what he was talking about, yet she wanted to deny all possibility of it. She fell, like a doll, and he followed, tucking her hair away, his gaze gentle, unlike before. 

She wanted to hold him, she wanted to feel his warmth, and of all, she wanted to tell him. How scared she was, how it felt. How it was killing her, and she wanted to tell him to take her home. Yet, after everything that had been happening, what was home exactly? Where did she belong? She didn't know.