A thick twig hit the side of my face. It stung like a slap to the face, making me stop. My hand soared up to my cheek to bring back a gust of blood painted my hand. "Shit." My palm stayed at my face to stop the bleeding as I kept going. Small stones were flowing into the middle of my toes, making my feet hurt. When was this dream going to end? Something warm hit my hand. My face started to feel hot of fear while shivering at the same time. Scared to death I was afraid to look, even though I looked anyways. With shaking breaths there was another hand holding mine. But this hand was golden brown, strong, and a male’s. Mine was so small, fragile, and white being held in this person's palm. Seeing the face of the person made warmth spread through my veins. His golden skin was flawless, looking like it was kissed by the sun ever so tenderly. His blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight like clear ocean crystals. The lips that sat on his face were pink and rosy. His cheek bones were suave and yet perfect while his hair was a deep dirty blonde with hints of gold tossed into it. His hair was disheveled, but yet it looked untouched as it hung over his shoulders and crossed over his forehead. From the way he stood he could be over 6 foot, lanky yet muscular.