The Woman in White part 3: Pulled

I found myself on a beach. The waves crashed endlessly upon the golden sand that sparkled in the moonlight. Looking down I saw my bare feet, a pair of tan short and a green plaid button up tee. Looking up I was her moving slowly toward me. We made eye contact and even from here I could see her stunning features, her deep eyes penetrating my very soul. Instinctively my stroll turned into a slow trot, then full out running. She mimicked my speed until we were a few paces from each other. I slowed and opened my arms. She ran into them and I enveloped her in a long embrace, twirling her around, her long white dress whipping in the wind. Stopping, we parted , but only an arms-length away. I stared down at the amazing woman before me, she stared at me, and she stared at me, sending shivers up my spine. She blinked and the waves slowly died and the world became silent. The only thing heard was the beating of our hearts. I slowly leaned down and she raised herself up. Our lips met in a silent embrace that no words can express neither time erase. Time stopped for a moment and all the world sighed. Then everything went terribly wrong. I felt an odd sensation within my chest like someone pulling me backward. We separated and I saw her being dragged by the same invisible force that held me bound. I began to struggle and twist, all the while reaching for her. But it was no use, for every step I took the force pulled me back three. She looked at me with a look of alarm, then she spoke one word: Help. I felt my back hit something hard and I woke up in my bed, alarmed and searching for something. My bed looked as though I had got in a fight, and the only think in my mind was her. Her face kept pulsating in my mind, each beat sending a shock straight to my heart, making me ferel like someone was punching me in the chest. I had to find her.