NaNoWriMo - Post #3 - An Omen Prelude to Forbidden Love

I ran far far away from him to the most remote places in the world.  

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And each place and every time he found me and he renewed his promises and vows to me. Each time with more passion, Each time I felt his heart more as if it were mine. 

Finally I stopped running. I stopped being afraid. Yet I still needed time. I needed to envision what life would be like with him. Always being on the run. Not much stability. Always looking over our shoulders, wondering when they would come for him, when it would all end.

And then I woke up, breathing a sigh of relief that it had all been a dream. What an odd dream to have two days after our wedding. The dream struck me as odd since the honeymoon was going so well.

And suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and the thought that rushed to the forefront of my mind was "Was it just a dream?"

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