he just couldn’t shake it. every night for the last week wyatt was having the strangest most vivid dreams. they truly felt real, like he was just walking through some memory, but it was utterly impossible for that to be. the setting was always some night club in the early 40′s. well before he was even born, and he was sat at the bar, listening to music. someone was singing but he never saw who, or could ever make out any words of the song but it just... felt like he’d been there before. like deja vu..
then during the day, he’d have random thoughts, random visions going through his head of the same thing. a woman’s laugh, the smell of cigarette smoke, that same music. he truly didn’t know what was going on with himself, and all of this had started the moment he got his new neighbor. he’d seen aaliyah here and there since she’d moved in, had helped her one or twice with something that needed fixing but, that had been the extent of their interactions. and he could shake the fact that he felt like he knew her face either.
which is why he found himself on her doorstep tonight, flustered and just... needing to talk to someone about what was going on with him. wyatt knocked on the door and waited, almost pacing a bit, and when aaliyah opened the door and he looked at her, there was another flash in his mind. the woman he’d been hearing sing in his dreams, it was her. ‘you.’ was the only thing he said at first, simply staring at her.
@elisemuses !
