A Re Wrote Beginning

[Layla/Faith James Nightly]

Ever since we came up with the idea of Layla dieing and coming back I wanted to write it.
Writing it with Darcy made the wheels in my head starting to turn and so using it as a guide I started writing my own version of it.
So now I thought I should shear what I have so far with you girls.

Hope you like it.

[Layla/Faith James Nightly]

The water churned of a curl; curl sea a seagull’s pirceful cry sounded throughout the night. The waves lapped of gentle hand agenst that of the golden sand the moon shinning of silver glow.
The fabric of a silk dress wrapped around velvet to touch legs white in its colour as was she herself. Dark night eyes that had once been thought to of shut forever slowly came to a butter flied open as she pulled herself to sit up and then to a stand though wobbly in it’s stride.
Carefully with a blind eye chocolate hair clinging to her face she made her way to what she thought was more inland when in truth she just made her way down the shore line.
With heavy gasped breath she fell before a wooden bench her left hand striking out her head landing to rest an engament ring in circling the fourth finger of her left hand and there she lay in cloke hide night.
Muscled hands where deep in jeaned pockets footprints lay out an over paced path for he himself gone over it a thousand times over the past fifteen years trying to forget a past that hunted his every sleeping and waked moment.
He had thought he’d seen her lying within the waves but she had in golfed his dreams so many times he thought nothing of it and continued oh his way deep within his memories of his long gone love until collapsing on the beaches wooden bench his head was now within hand his lips quivering trying to hold back the tears he would not own up to slowly however start to form rivering down his cheeks.
It was then that he heard it, gasped breath and so he raised his eyes growing wide for once again she was before him looking somewhat of a ghost like figure.
For reaching out her hand she grew dizzy and fell landing before his feet could it be the after marth of a more realistic dream? Or something deep within finally confreming that he had lost it?
For even as he looked he could not come to believe it willing it to be a dream yet something inside knew it not to be.
“Layla?” his tear filled mixed voice came to ask, her ring only confreming it.
“Hunter” she breathed not seeing or hearing his spoken word for ‘Hunter’ had been the only word she’d spoken in her dream like state and even as she said it again her blind eye fixed on him she had no idea what it meant or if it to be a true form beyond her dreams.