response...she waited...too afraid that she might make him more mad...and what seem like forever...the wind blew around her...and somehow she knew he was near...like the past nights...although this time she can't see anything but darkness... "Never my dear..." she froze even more not only because he spoke but because she felt his breath on her forehead...as if she could feel his lips there...she knew she was in from of him, she can sense him...yet she found it hard to move...out of desperation she said, "Please, Let me see you..." "You will see me when you're ready..." he said calmly... "What do you mean?" she asked desperately. "It's out of my hand my dear...it's all up to you...when you finally know what you want..." and