for some time now he’d been having strange dreams. dreams of himself and a life he was leading in some made up universe. dreams of the love between him and a girl who’s name his mind had yet to fill. they came in flashes of blurred moments, her face just out of focus enough that he’d be unable to properly describe her to another had they asked. perhaps it was the stress of the decision looming upon the horizon, or perhaps it was his attempt at some sort of escapism -- he had yet to figure it out. ( or perhaps he simply did not want to figure it out, because then he might never dream of her again. ) scribbles in a hidden journal the only thing seemingly keeping him sane during the chaos that had become his life.
that was until he decided one day to change his routine, to find a new coffee place on his morning walk. it’d been chance really, that he bumped into a brunette woman on the side walk quite clearly in a rush. a muttered apology and a steadying hand was all he had time to give before she was gone, but he could not help the way her face sparked a sense of familiarity deep within him. had he had the time, he’d have asked whether they knew one another, but she was gone before the thought had crossed his mind, leaving him frozen there on the sidewalk whilst his mind attempted to fill in the blanks.
that night his dreams came again like clockwork, only this time with more clarity. ( smoke parted like water as he stepped through, catching a brunette woman as she threw her arms around him, his face buried within the curve of her neck. he couldn’t quite hear the words she was speaking, but he could see the way her lips formed his name, the way relief and love shone deep in her dark gaze. walking her forward as the remnants of a futuristic aircraft burned in the distance. ) her face was focused this time, waking with a start as he finally realised why the stranger on the street had felt so familiar to him: she was the girl in his dreams.
he’d tried to track her down, but it was not as though his dreams told him who this woman was, only what his mind had conjured in some fake reality. but it was her, and he’d find her again. it was on another whim that he returned to the same coffee shop, though of course she was not there this time. ordering himself a drink, stepping back outside with a soft sigh, coming face to face with the same woman once more. lips part, wide eyes blinking in an attempt to discern whether he was hallucinating her there on the path. “ it’s you. ” he blurts the words without thinking, a light flush staining his cheek immediately after.
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