"Goodnight, Justin," she whispered, as she tightened her arms around me. "I love you."

Her voice never failed to intrigue me. It had a tinge of true blue honesty behind that honeyed enunciation. To me, it was what made her unique. Perfect. Flawless.

"Goodnight," I said, omitting the later half of my reply. She was already asleep. I could never bring myself to utter those three, simple words, anyway.

I embraced her close, letting the warmth of my body encircle her as the autumn breeze wafted. Her skin was cold but I didn't mind. I was lost in thought. I couldn't live like this. Not when the guilt was exacerbating with each passing day.

The urge to pour everything out was intensifying as the night wore on. Several times I had to resist myself from shaking her wide awake. I wanted to warn her. I needed to.

"No. You cannot and you will not."

The sudden memory jolted me wide awake. My castles in the air crumbled and vanished, as though non-existent in the first place. Just like that, I was filled with a newfound resolute. A spark which quickly ignited into flames of unwavering determination.

I closed my eyes and smiled. Destroy.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are fictional and are in no way related to past or present events or people. Any similarities are purely coincidental.

Just kidding. These are the kind of dreams which plague me every night.

Ps. I was gonna use another name but I realised that I loved the name Justin so much. Ahh what is wrong with me :/ No, I love my name more XD second then.

Pps. I think the last time I wrote a narrative was in primary school? So yeahh this is not a fantastic piece of writing :P but in my opinion, writings which are inspired by emotions are the best. And no, I'm not implying that I'm a guy but this is just my lousy, narrowed perspective :( AKA PURPOSELY HEAVILY MELLOWED DOWN. but yes, its emotional like all my poems. Though I left that behind months ago.

Harhar. I'm so emotional at night. I wrote this at 2am-.-