[1:07PM] Grumbling, you slide into your usual seat at the library and run your fingers through your hair in frustration. It makes you more and more annoyed, that with every day that passes, you know your soulmate is somewhere, out there, just waiting for fate to one day let you cross paths.
When will you finally meet him?
Recently, your sleep schedules haven’t even been coinciding much, he’s been studying tirelessly for his upcoming examinations and you don’t want to bother him, you know he’s tired. But there are days that you just long to see him, just want to be wrapped in his embrace and held against his chest, even if it’s just a dream.
You unpack your stationery case and slump over on the table, dragging your hands over your cheeks. You’re in no mood to do any revision now, so you might as well take a short nap before starting your work.
You doze off in comfortable silence for a while, mind at ease and resting, you vaguely hear someone slide out the chair next to yours at the edge of your consciousness and frown as the sound grates on your ears. But right before your eyes can flicker open, the darkness behind your shut eyelids blossom into light once more.
Excitement and joy wells in you as you realise what this means. To your surprise, this time you’re in the library, the library your actual body is in. Frowning, you sit up and turn around, glancing around you, it’s the same shelves, the same tables, even the same students… everything is real down to the very titles of the books on the shelves.
Whirling around, you see him sitting opposite you, a warm smile on his face as he looks at you. There are dark circles under his eyes and his hair is windswept, but his smile, though tired, is still the most beautiful you’ve seen.
You forget your confusion and wrap your arms around him before he can say another word, merely holding him tight and burying your face in his neck as you savor his warmth. He chuckles, “someone’s missed me”, one hand coming up to stroke your hair and you nod earnestly.
“Of course I did.” Your words are muffled against his skin, and maybe it’s because you miss him so much, you can actually feel his warmth through the soft fabric of his hoodie, feel the ends of his hair tickling your face… it’s like a dream come true.
Your mouth falls open and with a gasp from your lips, your eyes fly open.
The muted sight of the exact same library in your dreams swim into focus before you, but that’s not the first thing you notice. Instead, you feel arms, long and warm, strange yet familiar, distinctively masculine ones, wrapped around you.
And your face is in his neck.
You scream in shock and shove him away from you, heart pounding in your chest; the boy’s chair goes skidding backwards and topples over with an almighty crash, the occupant of the seat falling to the ground in a tangle of sleepy limbs and papers. A loud yelp leaves his lips and you rush to his side, panicking at the mess you’ve made.
Fire erupts across your cheeks as you take in the sight before you,
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I was all over you and I swear I wasn’t dreaming about anything inappropriate, I just-” You babble unintelligibly, reaching to help him out. The tall, hooded boy shakes his head as he takes your hand. “Nah, don’t worry about it, I’m fine-”
Then all the air rushes from your lungs as the hood falls from his face.
And then you’re looking upon the face you’ve seen a million times and not once in your life, eyes hungrily devouring his features. The world has become hyper real to the senses, every inch of his skin and the deep brown shade of his eyes burned into your memory, replacing the trivial little recollections you have of him - because now, you’ve seen him in the flesh.
His mouth curves up in the gummy smile you know so well as his name tumbles from your lips like a dream long forgotten.
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