Mark, his heart pounding, running for his life... his usual nightmare, he realized when he woke up. Night and again. And again. And he could never really remember. His aunt Zoe told him it was a curse, but she was always a bit crazy, he thought.
Marriage coming up, the ceremony to happen in this beautiful, beautiful garden, angel statues, fountains and all... Yet he was very anxious. It was probably just the nightmares, he thought.
The day came and went, neither of them had any family or friends, just their twin souls and promises. Relief as he left the garden. There's no way he can avoid telling her about the nightmares now. It's time, he thought.
Mark was searching for the words, trying to build a sentence in his head, words failing to tie sentences. He was still locked in his mind when Sophie said: "I have nightmares". The overwhelming feeling of understanding. She understands me, he thought.
Falling asleep was hard. Holding hands so tightly was probably not helping either. As they drifted into a restless slumber, their intertwined fingers held tightly. The beautiful garden from his dreams was here now. The one he could never remember, with the sun almost set. As the night quickly fell, the fountains drained, marble cracked. Statues' eyes shining with an uncanny red glow. I should run, he thought.
That thought didn't last for long, as his hand was still being held. She was paralyzed. He can't just leave her. For the first time in his life, he didn't run, and there he stood guard, as fountains and statues' eyes started pouring blood. We'll live or die together, I'll protect her with my last breath, he thought.
As the sun rised in the garden, they woke up. They never had any more nightmares. In the end, he tried to protect her... but she was the one who saved him, he thought.