Dorian.
My Dorian.
And it all becomes crystal clear. What Dorian has been trying to relay to me all along. What I have been trying like hell to run from since my twentieth birthday, still trying to hold on to just a shred of normalcy. He knows who I am. He knows I’m the Dark Light. And the beautiful dream boasting colorful images of love, contentment and a future with the alluring man I so desperately love disintegrates right before my eyes, morphing into a horrifying, bloodcurdling nightmare.