FIONA
I saw him in the room and I gently walked towards the door.
I opened the door and walked into the room, then I walked to his side and sat on the chair close to him.
He was sound asleep and I was tempted to touch his hair lightly, but I was scared he was going to wake up. I was afraid I was not going to have the liberty of holding his head the way I had done earlier tonight when I was about to perform the so called revival spell on him.
He seemed so peaceful in his sleep. His color had come back and he was his beautiful skin color again. No longer white again.
I admired his body and a part of me wanted to touch him, just to know how it felt.
The way I felt for him felt inhuman, it felt unnatural, it felt surreal. My emotions were a jumble of thoughts and I had no idea how to re
