I ran through the dark, dead field, hearing the crunch of bones and dead flowers. I could see him at the end of the field, his black gorgeous wings reflecting the rain off of him. The first few drops hit my skin burning and charring it. Screaming, I ran even faster. I looked at my hand and gasped, all I saw was black, smoking flesh. When I finally reached him, he smiled and spread his wings, a canopy in which I sheltered underneath. Then he pulled me in, my cheek against his thin t-shirt, absorbing his body heat. Protected from the acid rain, I slept peacefully in his arms.
May 4, 2009