"I saw it... but it didn't feel real. Every time I saw that person, everything felt so dreamy, like a beautiful illusion—just like a dream."

FEMPOV

Happy Valentine's Day! ^^🎀💗🌸

Warning: A love between a human and a spirit; separated by life and death; unreal.

Note: All stories are fictional and imaginary.

He had seen it before... a vision etched deep into his mind, weaving its way through every corner of his memory, clinging tightly to his heart. It wasn’t just a fleeting moment—it was something he could never forget.

Every time he left the city and returned to Ravenshire, the quiet little town where his grandparents lived, he would always find himself drawn to the same place—a vast golden field stretching endlessly to the horizon, its fragrance carried gently by the wind, laced with the bittersweet taste of nostalgia. Beside it, a small, glistening stream wound its way through the landscape, reflecting the amber hues of the setting sun like a ribbon of liquid gold. The air was so still that he could hear the rustling of wild grass, the distant calls of birds, and the soft murmur of water flowing, as if whispering secrets lost to time.

And then... there was you.

The first time he saw you, you stood there, not too far away. Your long hair swayed with the breeze, your dress fluttering lightly beneath the fading sunlight. You said nothing—just stood in quiet harmony with the world around you, as if you belonged to it, as if you were part of a masterpiece painted by nature itself. The sight was so breathtaking that he dared not blink, afraid that even the briefest lapse in focus would shatter the illusion.

And then, just as he feared...

You disappeared.

In the blink of an eye. No trace, no farewell. As if you had never existed at all. Yet the emptiness you left behind felt so real, so painfully tangible, as if he had lost something precious—something he could not even name.

Years passed, yet he still returned to this place. Each step he took upon the soft earth brought him closer to a memory that refused to fade. Ravenshire remained the same, peaceful and unchanging, but he knew something was missing. He still sat in that familiar spot, letting the wind weave through his hair, his gaze searching the horizon... waiting for the silhouette that had long been engraved in his heart.

This time, would he finally find you? Or would you remain a dream—forever just beyond his reach?