by Quinn Loftis
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Trik, that was his name. Cassie remembered as she stared at the elf before her, his long dark hair, his silver eyes, his tall, lithe body and his graceful movements. Triktapic, the one she loved, the one who held her, kissed her, filled her with things she’d never experienced and then broke her.
“Why are you here?” She asked him.
“I’m not, this is your dream,” he answered.
Cassie took a step towards him. He held his ground. She took another step and her heartbeat picked up. She could even smell his masculine scent. He seemed so real, not like a dream, but real flesh and blood before her.
“A dream, or a nightmare?” Cassie frowned at him. He continued to watch her, his eyes steady and his stance relaxed. He was leaning against a tree, his usual indifferent pose and for once she couldn’t tell if it was a front, or if he really was indifferent to her presence. She certainly wasn’t indifferent to him. Even now as she stood there remembering how he had lied to her, she wanted to run to him. She wanted him to hold her, to tell her that he was sorry and that he had made a mistake.
“Come here,” he told her as he held out a hand to her. She stared at his hand and then looked back to his face. She was torn. She wanted, more than anything to go to him, but why? So he could stomp on her some more? She shook her head.
“Cassie,” her name on his lips made her tremble and she saw the familiar cocky smirk. “Come. Here.” His tone was clipped and she could tell that he was getting impatient.
It was just a dream, she told herself. What would it hurt to go to him, to feel his comfort for just a breath in time? So she did. She walked slowly to him. Her eyes never left his as she approached and as soon as she was in his reach he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her tight. His other hand came up and tilted her face up to his. He stared deep into her eyes as he spoke.
“My beautiful Cassie.” He brushed wisps of hair from her face and his hand slid around to the nape of her neck. He fisted her hair in his hand and gripped it tight pulling a gasp from her and then he kissed her. If this was a dream, it was the most realistic dream she had had in all her life. He kissed her with a ferocity that she had only seen in his eyes once before and she kissed him back. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck pulling him tighter to her. She moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth and she felt him smile as she bit his bottom lip. In a swift movement Trik had spun them around and had Cassie’s back pressed against the tree. He pulled back from the kiss and his eyes ran over her face. She felt like he was memorizing her every nuance.
“You’re sure this is a dream?” She asked again.
“I love you, Cassie,” Trik whispered instead of answering her question. That was when she knew without a doubt that it was a dream because Trik had never told her he loved her. She was desperate to hear it, to believe it.
She closed her eyes and willed herself to wake up, or at least to push this dream away, no matter how amazing it felt to be in his arms again.
“Cassie, open your eyes.” She heard Trik’s voice. But she didn’t comply.
“Wake up,” she told herself.
“Don’t Cassie, don’t go,” Trik pleaded with her and she knew that this was only because it was what she wanted to hear.
She felt tears begin to run down her face and she once again felt the soul piercing pain building inside.
“I’m coming for you Cassie,” Trik’s voice sounded further away but his words are what caused her to open her eyes. “I’m coming for you,” he told her again and for a moment she let herself believe it.
