“Alexis”. His presence makes no difference for what I’m about to do. Still, I turn around and give the man of my dreams one last look. He’s absolutely breathtaking and all of a sudden I question if I really want to go through with my plan if it means I’ll never see his face again. I wonder, how is he here? I am without a doubt 100% not dreaming which is the only time I’ve ever seen him, is in my dreams. “Alexis”. I meet his eyes again at the sound of him saying my name and I realize I’m crying. His features are hard and unwavering. He steps closer until he’s right in front of me and I have to look up to see his face. I look up at him and my breathing becomes labored. His face is illuminated from the full moon and aside from never being attracted to anyone, I am captivated by him. Somehow my cries turn to sobs and wails as I’m gasping trying to fill my lungs with air. His face softens at the sight of me and he raises his hand toward my face but I flinch. He steps back as if I slapped him as his features harden again. Then I laugh, a loud roar of laughter as I think about the irony of the situation. His eyes stay on me as I look up at him one last time and the new found determination I feel must be visible because he steps closer to me quickly this time. Cold sweats breaks across my skin as panic-stricken fear at the thought of him stopping me. His nostrils flared and that was my sign. I turned around and I jumped.