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My dreams, his reality (#1) Ten
I was floating and falling.Ugh! Not again. I had been having the same dream every other night now and it was becoming a nuisance because in the end, I always woke up in the middle of the night after experiencing a terrible headache and then, I would have trouble going back to sleep again.It was the same every time.Falling and floating.Not being able to feel anything at all.Being surrounded by darkness. No, not darkness. Blackness. Utter and complete blackness.Then, being thrust in a direction.The thrusting ceased and my body lay still.Then came the falling and the fear of crashing down and never waking up again.And then came the soft touch of grass on my bare skin.As I lay on the grass, I waited for the headache to come and split up my skull.But it never came. That's how far the dreams had progressed every time.I gently peeled my eyes open expecting nothing but blackness to greet me.It was dark alright, but not black. I could see for a few meters ahead of me and I could e
Last Updated : 2025-01-24My dreams, his reality (#1) Eleven
It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again.It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.At first, I simply thought that it was just a dream but as the days passed and I saw the same dream every night, my gut told me that I had to follow the white lady's instructions. Something in my being wanted to follow her directions. I didn't have a reasonable explanation for this feeling but it has created a dominating presence in my life these days.Ironically, it seemed Harper was too close and yet too far.He had gone back to making out with girls in full force. Whenever I saw him, he had a girl on his arm and was thus unapproachable.I was quite hesitant about approaching him in the first place. I didn't want him to th
Last Updated : 2025-01-24My dreams, his reality (#1) Twelve
I hadn't even taken three steps toward the cash register when a hand latched around my elbow, preventing me from taking another step.I didn't need to know who the hand belonged to; I knew it was Harper. Though, how did he digest whatever I told him so soon, was beyond me. How did he react so soon and even get up to grab my arm? Stupid football players and their reflexes."What did you just say?" Harper hissed in my ear, too low for anyone else to hear. There was nobody in the bakery. The teen couple who had been sitting had long gone after leaving a generous tip, Stephanie still hadn't come out from the back and Monique and Antony rarely came out in the front. I was at his mercy now. Great! Just my luck!"I know you heard me, Harper." My voice was so small and quiet, I didn't even recognize it. Something in Harper right now terrified me and I simply didn't want to anger him.I couldn't even look at him right now, I was just looking towards the doors hoping someone would come in the
Last Updated : 2025-01-24My dreams, his reality (#1) Thirteen
I hate Harper because he always brought out a weak side of me, a side I have never been fond of. I have always been proud of the fact that I could school my emotions and stand tall whenever a problem came my way.But with him, all this control somehow goes down the drain. I never considered myself a control freak and I never wanted people to bow down to me, or listen to every word I say. The only thing I wanted was to never appear weak in front of anyone. I never wanted anyone to emotionally exploit me or know what was going on in my head.In short, I never wanted to be vulnerable in front of anyone. People take advantage of you if they come to know about the chinks in your armor and I didn't want that. I wasn't a superhero; I knew I had weaknesses but that doesn't mean I was keen on showing them to anyone. I would much rather prefer to don a carefree and strong mask like everyone else in the world.I rarely cried in front of anyone or because of anyone's actions. Well, except Harper.
Last Updated : 2025-01-24My dreams, his reality (#1) Fourteen
He left me there, in the living room, alone, with a thousand unanswered questions of my own. I didn't expect more from him and I was glad that this would be the last encounter we would have with each other.I turned around to see Sam and Nat standing in the doorway of the living room, looking expectantly at me."You were listening through the keyhole, weren't you?" I asked softly, afraid of their answer. Did they hear about the dreams that I had been having? They frantically shook their heads and I smiled at the sight.I sighed and moved towards one of the couches. I sat down and pulled my knees to my chest, waiting for the both of them to sit down.They both walked in and took their seats in front of me."What happened?" Sam asked, concern evident in her voice."Honestly, I don't know." There were too many unanswered questions and theories for me to comprehend. "What did he tell you when he came here?"They looked at each other and shifted uncomfortably in their seats."It's a littl
Last Updated : 2025-01-24My dreams, his reality (#1) Fifteen
Aiden was there, in my classroom, standing with a big box of chocolates and a bigger bouquet of red roses in his hands, right beside my designated seat. He was smiling and looked at me with so much admiration in his eyes, that my knees nearly buckled.I could practically hear the lyrics of Wildest Dreams in my head!That's right. These scenes only happen in movies and cliché teen novels. In real life, a girl like me only gets a cheap box of dark chocolates, a single red rose, and a letter on my desk.I walked ever so slowly to my seat, careful to avoid eye contact with everyone's inquisitive eyes.I put my bag down and grabbed the box of chocolates. You can't blame me, people. Turns out that they are not cheap. At all.I stuffed the single rose and the chocolate box in my bag. Without sniffing it, may I add.I opened the letter, which was torn out of a notebook. It was nothing extravagant, just simple words. Sure, as hell, wasn't expecting poetry.Meet me on the benches during the thi
Last Updated : 2025-01-24My dreams, his reality (#1) Sixteen
"You're never going to believe what just happened." I said, putting down my tray and sitting down at our "reserved" table in the cafeteria.After the "meet and greet" with Harper, I walked straight into the girl's washroom to clear my thoughts, and to convince myself that I did the right thing by refusing to give Harper a chance. Every cell in my body wanted to go back and remove that despondent look on Harper's face, that I put there in the first place, but I had to hold my ground. My faculties were in total debate with each other. The sane part of me stressed the fact that I did the right thing by refusing him. He didn't deserve any more chances. He hadn't done anything that showed me that he was serious about me and after the things he said yesterday, it was going to take a lot more than painting my locker, balloons, chocolates, a rose, and a heartwarming love note!I waited for the lunch bell to ring and then headed straight to the cafeteria, after deciding to ignore Harper to th
Last Updated : 2025-01-24My dreams, his reality (#1) Seventeen
Nat and Sam were on my case. Like literally. They had been privy to everything going on with Harper and wanted to know about every decision I made regarding him.But I was reluctant to tell them that he had asked me out on a date. But then again, I didn't want to hide anything from them.It was a futile battle. After I reached home, it took me a few minutes worth of debate with myself, and before I knew it, I had already called them on a conference call."What did you say when he asked you out?" Nat asked."Yeah, what did you say?" Sam asked."I said yes." There was a moment of silence. Silence of consideration and musing and after that came the debate. The debate was about whether saying yes to Harper was a good idea. A debate I had been having with myself and a debate in which I needed more clarity. A clarity only my best friends could give me.Nat gave me all the possible reasons why giving another chance to Harper was a bad idea. She listed the points I had in my mind and some mo
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When I came to my senses, I immediately knew that Harper wasn't in the bed with me. I had lost consciousness when I was engulfed in his body heat, with his arms wrapped around me. The loss of his presence was so pronounced that I didn't want to open my eyes. It felt like he was the only reason I wasn't emotionally breaking down right now. A very big part of me wanted to be near him right now and the fact that he wasn't here with me disappointed me a lot. Even in my dreams, I had expected him to be here with me, helping me get over my loss. I wanted to never open my eyes and I was glad the room was shrouded in darkness. My neck prickled in awareness and I became aware of someone sitting in the room and even though, the threat of the rogues was over, I suddenly felt unsafe. "I know you are awake, Zara." I recognized that voice and the fear immediately abated. I opened my eyes and got up in a seating position. I leaned against the headboard and regarded the figure of the soft figure of
