silver and gold│j.hs ✔

☼ ii

i gripped my bedsheets.
i couldn't move and run away.
‘who is this guy and what is he doing in my room?’

he didn't speak and it terrified me even more.
i guess i'm dreaming. i looked at him and studied his features. he has golden, wavy hair that seems to glow on its own. he has a very pointed nose and a sharp jawline. he's tall and has a good built.

i couldn't describe the dress and sandals he wore but he reminded me of a greek god i studied in greek mythology during junior highschool.

‘is it still a dream?’ i asked myself.

he spoke and for the first time, i heard his voice.
“you seem very tired.” he said in a deep, comforting voice.

my vision started to swirl and my body felt heavy.
“wh—”

“sleep. we'll talk about this first thing in the morning.”
his voice sounded so distant.

so far away.

before i could say anything, my vision blurred and turned to black.