Otatso Wetlands When I get low I prefer the cold

NO DON'T APOLOGIZE I LOVE HIM. Last from me probably!

Somewhere far away, Reverie danced with the man from the garden. Something new to her, yet she danced as if she had known the steps all along. As if she had known him all along. Maybe she did know him —
But each time her eyes focused upon the dark figure his face blurred and she saw only stars. Millions of stars, endless flickering lights in blue and green and colors somewhere between. He was kind, she felt, yet the hair along her spine prickled when he twirled near to her. Kind, yes, but dangerous too. She felt the threat of him like the ghost of razor's edge along her skin; a touch to make her shiver but not to make her bleed. A warning; a promise. You are safe here. Nothing will touch you here.
Then the air shook and turned dark around her. Reverie —
No, no, she wanted to dance — !
Reverie, you need to run.
She ran.