It's always the same dream.
"Do you miss me?" Her silky soft voice sounds like velvet and I can smell her familiar scent of cinnamon mint. Her beautiful emerald eyes looking right through me, as though the answer on the tip of my lips has already been said.
That face hasn't changed a bit, already she had certainly grown more beautiful than before. I manage to fight back the growing urge in me to lean forward to touch her, prove that she was real. Even if the wing was plastic on her back, there was no way Sophia would be here with me.