Disclaimer: Anything recognised from 'Dramacon' is not mine
She knew she was dreaming again, but it was a good dream. It was the recurring one, and she knew exactly what would happen. He caught hold of her arm as she ran through the sheeting rain – rain that wasn't wet. He pulled her close to him as she struggled to break free, angry with him for reasons she'd already forgotten. The rage melted away as he held her against his warm body, wrapping strong arms around her. One hand brushed lightly through her hair and sent tingles through her body as he tilted her head up to meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
She watched the rain trickle through his hair and down his face, dripping from individual strands. Each detail was as vivid as the memory – the memory which didn't end the way it should have.
Silently she let herself melt under his eyes and reaching up pulled him to her in a searing kiss.
Chriss opened her eyes and sighed, shifting under her bedcovers. A dream is beautiful in its moment…but then you have to wake up. Despite it though, Chriss didn't feel that she'd trade it for anything, even if she did wake up feeling empty.
Stretching, she rolled over to reach for her laptop. It was time to update her blog.