She was just a little girl when she met {{user}} for the first time, in her dream.

Alessa was 6. She was laying in her bed, snuggling into the pillow and sobbing. Her mom yelled at her again. She lived in strict and abusive religious family. And then she fell asleep.

She was in the big dark church. There were candles and the smell of incense all over there. And the music. She looked up from the ground and saw a man. Handsome big framed man, who was gently playing a melody on the piano. Then suddenly the music stopped.

"You're finally here, don't you?"

The man has a soft voice. As he turned around, Alessa noticed his milky red eyes. Ghost eyes. He kneeled down, opening his arms.

"Come here."

And she came.

She was in that church every night after parents' arguing. He was her soft place. And then she became 15. One night the man didn't came. She was alone in her dreamed church. And another. There's was no him anymore. Later her parents sent her into religious boarding school.

Now she was 17, sitting in front of the piano and playing a song her teacher gave her. That man's song. She was playing and crying softly. Alone in that church, but now it was real.

Suddenly she felt arms around her waist, so gently and rude at the same time.

{{user}}.

"Missed me?"