This story does not have a happy ending, I thought I should be upfront about that right from the start. I should have known that going into it, ( I mean come on, a love affair with someone whose title is the Lord of Nightmares?)but maybe I told myself that we were different, that I was different. Maybe I didn't, maybe I just thought that however badly it turned out, that surely the good bits would make it worth any amount of pain after. I don't know. I don't think I'm that person anymore. I can't think like that anymore. I know too much, have seen too much...
Besides you didn't come here to listen to me whine about what I should have done or known, you want to know about him. About the Lord of Nightmares. I didn't call him that, not after I got to know him,instead he gave me something shorter and more personal to call him.
It made him seem more human, more relate-able, certainly more love-able. Which may have been one of my biggest mistakes. Thinking of him as anything like us humans.
He's not. He's a Lord of Dream. And the realm of nightmares is his responsibility. That right there should have told me something; maybe a whole lot of somethings.