She loves him, of course she does, she has for the past four years. She just doesn't understand why he appears in her sleep only to haunt her, to torment her, to stretch his lips into his signature beautiful grin as he watches the life flicker off from her eyes in his very own hands-    "You're so...beautiful, love" he whispers delicately, lovingly, warm breath fanning her dampened cheeks,    (She can't breathe, she can't