A.N: this is inspired from a melodrama i am currently anticipating right now.

p r o l o g u e

She dreams of a red mane; her fingers delicately sifting its soft tresses, lips twisted in to a small, contented smile.

She shivered at the feel of his rough hands, caressing her cheek- thumb gently touching the corner of her lip.

With her eyes closed, her other senses are very sensitive at situation beholding her. She can hear waves crashing behind her; her feet and the ends of her slacks soaked.Her toes curl when she felt him lean forward, his breath nearly centimeters away from her.

A beach.

She was on the beach with this anonymous man.

"Manami," he says, deeply and huskily. "Open your eyes."

She shakes her head.

'Open your eyes, Manami,' she repeated. 'See who this man is.'

Her eyes refused to obey, tightly closed shut.

"W-what if..." she chokes, suddenly aware that her cheeks are dripping wet and her hands, that is clutching his shirt tightly, were trembling. "What if we can't change it?"

He sighs and leans his forehead against hers. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"Then look at me," he says, "Open your eyes."

They say when you look deep into the person's eyes, the soul is mystified, and rejoices when it finally finds its half.

At the very moment she opened her eyes, she knew.

Manami knew that she will be this person's damnation.

His glowing, gold orbs were beautiful. It was the last things she saw before everything faded.