- This is the prologue. There's nothing really romantic about the beginning but this was the best category it fit in.
BLAIRE LAKE
It was 5:30 a.m. and Marianne White was sitting up in her bed, wide awake. Dawn was lighting up the horizon over Blaire Lake. She could see the deep blue water through her bay window with its heavy ivory silk drapes. A light breeze was floating through the open hatch in the window pane. In the willow outside of her bedroom you could hear a swallow singing to the sunrise. Marianne had had that awful dream again, the one where the girl was drowning. The dream always started with a young woman around seventeen, Marianne's age, dressed in a white taffeta gown and a matching bonnet. The girl was walking on a pier over Blaire Lake, that was closed down because the wood was rotten. She knew it was unsafe but she liked danger. A young man walked beside her, his gray wool coat bundled around him. They were walking together, arms interlaced. Around them the lake was covered by gray fog making it almost impossible to see the water. Then one of the wooden planks gave out underneath the girls weight and she tripped into the dark waters below. The boy tried to catch her waist but his fingers only gripped foggy air. The girl cried out, flailing her arms to grasp the boy's outstretched hand. But she couldn't swim since her thick gown was so heavy, soaked full of water. It had been foolish of her to risk walking on the damp and rotten wood anyway and now it was too late. She let out one more strangled gasp as the freezing current pulled her under the surface into the black depths. Just as she went under the boy sprung after her, yelling her name in despair,
"Blaire, Blaire!" Little bubbles floated to the surface. He dove after her rapidly sinking body. Even though he knew it was to late and he didn't have much air left, he dove on. If she was dead, he'd die for her, at least he'd try to. And that was how the dream ended. Marianne always woke up with her body shuddering. She didn't understand why she kept dreaming that terrible dream, it was, as if someone was trying to tell her something, but what? Marianne shook her head. But what scared her most was that the girl in the dream looked exactly like her.
