It was some time during winter back at high school, one of her usual reoccurring dreams. Alexandra stood under the large oak tree of her school, dressed in her uniform. The person standing in front of her had his back turned towards her as he stared out across the vast field.
Dry leaf slowly fell from the tree above, gathering around her feet like some romance teen movie. Except nothing about this moment was romantic. She could feel it, almost as if she was living this dream more vividly than the rest.
Finally, when the boy turned around, half of his face had been blurred out by dark shades, his chestnut brown hair being the only thing Alexandra could barely recognized.
“You know,” He spoke, the sound of his honey soft voice startling her. “Vengeance can be sweet, but destructiv
