A story ran in my head, it refused to let me sleep until it was told.

A boy ran into the woods one day. He ran to the darkest depths the forest could provide. He had no business in the woods this day, he merely wanted to be alone and to see if anyone cared to look for him. When he was in the shade of the trees he layed against a tree. He waited, thinking. The sun began to disappear, and still not a single call of his name had been heard. The moon rose and none had come looking. He rose to his feet, disappointed, and began to walk deeper into the forest. Obviously he would not be missed. He walked until the moon light no longer shone through the tree tops, then layed down in the grass. He thought of the village he had left, but only one could come to mind. That girl. He'd played games with her before, but now it is all he could think of. It was her beautiful face that popped into his mind time and time again. Her perfect smile. He knew why, there was no doubt in his mind, he loved this girl. However not even she cared to look for him.
"If I'm nothing in the eyes of the ones close to me, then what is my life really worth?" he thought.
The answer is one he didn't like. Tears started to roll down the side of his face. And still the only thought was her shining face. He wished she knew how he loved her. It didn't matter, a girl like her would never have such feelings for such a plain boy.
"Why.." he asked the darkness. "Why is the world in my dreams so perfect? Why must I awake into this dreary world with all the sadness. The only thing I want is you. The only thing I want is the most unachievable thing in the world. I don't want a perfect world. I just want you in my arms."
The thought of her in his arms gave him the sweetest feeling someone could have. A feeling good enough to provide him with sleep, he got swept away in the darkness.
He dreamt. He dreamt of her. Her in his arms. She told him she loved him, that if he would stay with her forever she needed nothing else to be happy. He replied with a simple kiss. But he awoke. He looked around trying to find what had become of his luv, she was in his arms but a moment ago. Alas it was only a dream. As he realized this he lost the happiness that had just belonged to him.
"Why? I do not wish to dream such dreams! This false happiness, what good does it do me?" he yelled angrily at the dark trees. He began sobbing uncontrollably. He felt as though he could not live without her, she was all that mattered. How could a person have feelings this strong. It wasn't fair, none should be put in such a pain. He began to walk back to the village, feeling the worthlessness of his life show on his face. The tears didn't stop, not even after the hours it took to slowly walk through the forest. He walked through the door of his home. His parents sat at the table eating their breakfast. They said nothing. He was ok with this. He continued up to his room and fell to his bed, exhausted he let his pillow carry him away.
Her face, her smile. Her perfection. It was amazing. Until he awoke once more.
"I would give anything, to rid myself of these torturous dreams!" the boy yelled into his pillow, his voice muffled by it.
Suddenly, the boy heard a voice, as if from nowhere.
"I can rid you of these dreams." it said.
"Anything, I'll give you anything if you speak the truth." he replied
"I merely wish to give you a gift with it."
"I accept!"
"I take your dreams away from you, and in return, you will remain as you are now forever." upon saying this the voice disappated.
The boy soon awoke. It was nothing but a dream, another a dream. He layed in his bed for the entire day, not getting up more then a few times. And when the night came, he slept. When he awoke in the morning he noticed he had no dream. A great contentness covered his body. This carried on for about a week. Soon the boy realized that his dreams were more then just torturous. They had given him so much pain, but it was all he had of her. Now he felt a pain much worse. At least before he had a dream world to escape to, where she was his. Now there was nothing to mask the pain of her seeing him as nothing more then another villager. He fled to the forest once again, maybe sleeping there again would return her to him. But he had no such luck. As he layed there, in the black forest he realized that he led an empty existence. He had no purpose, and none to care for him. As he knew these to be truths he made himself a promise, to not stand again until someone came to look for him. With this thought he fell into his eternal slumber, never dreaming, and never to awaken. None came to look for him, the boy the village never missed.