It All Started With A Goodbye

"You're all mine." He declares possessively. His arms wrapped firmly around her tiny waist. He lowers his head and nibbles on her ear lobe. Moving slowly, he sends kisses down her neck, deliberately leaving red marks all over her snowy white skin.

He runs his hands through her long, black hair, pulls her face closer to his own, and captures her lips, enveloping them in a passionate and overbearing kiss.

She lets out low-sounding moans as she feels his hands roam every inch of her body. Unsatisfied, he lifts her and lays her on the bed without releasing her lips. His hands are not honest, they move about. One fondling her proud peaks and the other slowly peeling away the clothes on her body.

Freya jolted out of sleep touching her face. There it was again the same dream, the same pain, the same tears, the same man, and him saying the same line.

It has been five years since she was having these dreams or should she say nightmares.

Even though she has been seeing this dream for the last five years but she still can't make out what it is once she wakes up she does not remember a single thing about this dream even the single line from her dream that made her eyes water and her throat tighten but she doesn't know why.

Freya rubbed her chest, where a familiar ache was left.

Feeling that someone was staring at her, she looked at her surroundings. There beside her was standing an air hostess with her face full of worries as she was staring at me.

"Are you all right, miss?" asked the air hostess, offering me a packet of tissues.

"Yes, I am fine I just had a nightmare, and thank you for this tissue," Freya said while wiping her tears.

Seeing that the plane had already landed since not many passengers were left, she quickly grabbed her handbag and left the plane through the exit after saying thanks to the flight attendant once again.

While walking out of the arrival hall she grabbed her phone from her bag that has been in there since before I boarded, a text popped on her screen.

"Sorry I can not come to pick you up. A patient has come just now and I need to operate on him urgently but in my stead, James would come to pick you up - Julia"

Well, fuck.

She put her phone back in her bag, too stressed out by the message to answer it right away.

James was Julia's brother and as for who Julia is well she is her best friend and a remarkable neurologist. She has two best friends, one is Julia Cloud and the other is Eliana Scarlet. Eliana is a model and is currently in Paris for her show.

As for James, she knew him slightly, but not enough to call us friends. He and Julia had visited me once when they were in Itlay on tour, Julia had joined solely to be able to hang with me for a week last year, and he had come along to almost everything we did because he was the protective kind of brother who thought his fans would murder his sister if they found her alone on the street. Your normal type of obsessive younger brother I think we can say.

James is a celebrity. She hadn't heard about him before meeting Julia, and even a while into their friendship she still didn't tell her about the family pride and joy. But when the subject did appear, they realised she had no idea who he or his band were, anyway. That had changed, though. In the past year, she had spent hour upon hour listening to their music and watching their music videos.