My name is Marielle. I have run away from my home, away from all of the horrid memories there. I ran to London, and now hide amongst the trees. When I sleep, I dream of a beautiful boy.

But there is a problem.

I have never met the boy that my heart and mind have created.

It is hard for me to accept the fact that he probably doesn't exist, because the dreams that he lives in are so realistic. I can feel his touch as I dream in a restless slumber.

Before I ran away, I didn't have much money and there wasn't a television or Internet where I was. So I entertained myself by drawing aimless pictures of the mesmerizing boy.

I am determined to find him. I won't rush the discovery, but will softly seek out his presence when I see him.



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Will Marielle find her dream boy?

Or is he just a vision in her head?

What will happen if her dream boy isn't as perfect as what the dream makes him out to be?

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"I am a dreamer," I said, earning a questioning look from him.

My lips and mind struggled to form the right thing to say to him. I was absolutely positive that this boy was the one that I saw every single night. His voice was the same, and his touch was just as warm. I finally thought of the words to say to this stranger.

"You are my dream."

1. Prologue

2. Chapter 1

3. Chapter 2

4. Chapter 3

5. Chapter 4

6. Chapter 5