Dreams of Green

"Come to me!" I woke up with a start, drenched in cold sweat. All I can remember from the dream is a deep, commanding voice. And a pair of eyes... Unnaturally green, filled with desire. Desire for me. Ever since I turned 18, I've had these dreams every single night. It's been four months and still, I never remember more than glimpses. And every time I wake up I feel the urge to follow the strong pull. I don't know where it leads but I'm sure he awaits me at the end. Who is this man and why do I still see those haunting green eyes in front of me? The alarm takes me out of my deep thoughts. 6 AM, time to get to work. I dress up quickly, pull my long hair into a messy bun and apply a bit of mascara. Another neverending day in Jim's Coffee shop ahead of me. I've been working there for two months already, my first job after I finally got out of my foster home. First, I finally felt free, but the reality of having to find a steady job hit me hard. Luckily, there was Mira - the only person in my life I could trust, my beloved foster-sister. She got out a year before me and managed to find a new home for both of us. She worked hard to make it happen and I will be forever grateful. "Gotta run, sis! See you later!" I'm almost out the door when she yells at me. "Wait! Did you have that dream again?" she asks with a visible concern in her eyes. "Sorry, I really don't have any time, we'll talk later!" I don't want to talk about it again, not now. I quickly run away, trying not to feel guilty. It's a slow day at work, the snow storm outside seems to keep everyone at home. Everyone but Lucas, who never fails to come for coffee when I'm on my shift. "Hello there, Lucas! Americano as usual?" I can't help but smile at him when I ask. He always brings a wave of positive energy. "Sure thing, May! And that blueberry scone looks delicious too!" he winks at me. "Coming right up!" My day is better immediately. Lucas is such a dear friend and, despite knowing him for just a couple of weeks, I feel like I've known him my entire life. He's like a brother I never had. Kind, friendly - not like those foster-brother bastards I've known. "Got something for you too, May!" he tells me as I bring him his coffee and scone. "You found something?" I ask eagerly. Lucas studies genealogy at the university and promised me to try to find something about my real family. "It's not much, but I dug deeper in the archives and found something interesting." My heart immediately starts pounding. My real family is the only other thing on my mind - along with those piercing green eyes. "You found them?" "Not really, sorry. But there's this document I found in the register of birth and deaths. It's a birth certificate for a girl born on the same day as you named Monique Winters. There were many girls born that night, of course, but only three at the Memorial hospital, which is the place you said your foster parents told you you were born at. And only one of those girls survived the night. And that is you, Maya. You're Monique Winters." I feel like I can't breathe. My hands start shaking and my vision gets white. "Woah, careful, May!" Lucas manages to catch me in his arms before I fall. The fresh smell of his clothes and the gentle touch of his warm hands on my face returns me back to consciousness. His blue eyes look at me with concern behind his glasses. I only started looking for my real family once I got out of my foster home. I was never allowed to look for anything. But I was actually shocked how quickly Lucas found out who I really was. "What about my... my," I can't speak. "Your mother?" his brows furrows and he looks down immediately. "What is it, Lucas?" fear creeps inside me. "Well... it says here she died while giving birth to you. I'm sorry, May." I feel stinging in my eyes. So my mother is dead, I'll never be able to find her. "But your Dad is most likely still alive! His name's Fabien Winters. There is no death certificate for him!" My father. Suddenly, I feel weak again and this time I faint for real. Everything around me is black. I feel like I'm under the water but I can breathe fine. I look around me and I see a flash of green. "Monique, come to me, I'm waiting for you!" The man from my dreams is standing right in front of me with his hand held out for me. He is very tall and his pale face is in deep contrast with his black shoulder-length hair. The green eyes I know so well look down at me hungrily. I hesitate for a second but then I put my hand in his. I gasp. His touch is electric and there is a green light forming around our joint hands. "You're mine now!"