She arrived at school, clutching the red rose the little girl had given her. It felt fragile in her hands, almost as though it were too precious to be real.
Lost in thought as she approached her locker, a voice suddenly interrupted her reverie. “If you leave that pretty flower in your locker, it might wilt.”
She turned quickly, startled by the sudden interruption. Standing beside her locker, leaning casually against the wall with his cap tilted low over his eyes, was the guy from the other day—the one with the ripped jeans and a carefree, almost aloof attitude. His face was hidden behind the cap, just like it had been in class, but his voice was unmistakable. It was the same guy, and yet, the more she tried to make sense of him, the more he confused her.
Before she could react, before she could even ask him what he was doing here, he pushed off the wall and, with a slight smirk on his face, disappeared into the crowd of students without another word.
Cara stood there for a moment, unsure whether she should feel unsettled or intrigued. "Was he really the guy from last time?" she muttered to herself, her brow furrowing as her mind raced. Was this the same person who had offered her his cap when she’d been dozing off in class? The one who had caught her off guard with his quiet, yet oddly thoughtful gesture? Or was it all just some strange coincidence, another surreal moment amid an already confusing day?
Her fingers tightened around the stem of the rose as her mind spun. She felt an odd, sudden urge to track him down, to figure out if he was the same guy. But then, as if a switch flipped inside her, she shook her head and dismissed the thought. Why am I so fixated on him? she wondered. I don’t even know his face.
The frustration built inside her, a mix of confusion and curiosity. Her thoughts wandered back to the man from her dreams, Mr. Smith, and the guy in the ripped jeans. They're both weird, she thought, playing hide and seek with me, aren’t they?
Her musings were abruptly interrupted when she saw Jean walking down the hallway, her usual bright smile lighting up her face. Jean raised an eyebrow when she noticed the rose in Cara’s hand. "Where’s that come from? Is there some guy hitting on you now?"
“The guy in my dream gave me this,” Cara teased, dangling the rose between them. Her voice had a playful edge, hoping to annoy Jean with her cryptic response.
Jean’s face scrunched in confusion. “I can’t believe you, dear! You’re being secretive now! Who gave you that, really?”
"A little girl from the city garden," Cara said with a shrug, "though I have a feeling it was from the guy in my dream. Maybe he's using the little girl to give it to me. So, now you believe me, huh? I might just have a secret admirer."
Jean just stood there, processing her words, looking more bewildered than ever. Cara didn’t wait for a response, instead heading to her class.
She walked into the classroom and scanned the room for the guy in the cap and ripped jeans, but he wasn’t there. A slight disappointment gnawed at her. Was he late? Or had he purposely avoided her? She sat down at the back of the classroom, her gaze lingering on the door. She had been waiting to see him, to find out more about him — but why?
Before she could question herself further, a folded piece of paper was passed to her by a classmate sitting next to her. Cara opened it quickly.
"I apologize for making you wait. You will not see me again in your class. Bye for now."
Her heart skipped a beat. “What the heck?” she muttered under her breath. Why was he speaking to her like this, as if she was desperately waiting for him? She glanced out of the window and into the hallway, but there was no sign of him.
When she asked the classmate who had passed her the note, they just shrugged and said they didn’t know where it came from. Apparently, some of the other students had insisted that the note be passed to her.
The bell rang, and Cara quickly gathered her things, rushing out of the classroom. She needed to find him, to know who was behind this cryptic message, but when she reached the hallway, he was nowhere to be seen. She checked every corner, even the Science Department floor, but it was like he had vanished into thin air.
She finally let out a frustrated sigh. “Enough of this,” she muttered to herself. “I’m not going to let him mess with me anymore.”
As she made her way down to the ground floor, her thoughts drifted back to her childhood memories of playing hide and seek with a boy she couldn’t quite remember. It was always the same game — she would search for him, but he was so good at hiding that she never found him. She’d always end up crying, and he would comfort her by coming out of his hiding spot and kissing her cheek to make her stop.
A strange thought crept into her mind: Was this some kind of hide-and-seek game again? She shook her head, dismissing it. No, this is all just in my head.
When she stepped outside the building and headed toward her car, she tried to push the thoughts from her mind, focusing on the path ahead. But the persistent question wouldn’t fade—was this all just a game?
The idea that Mr. Smith, the mysterious guy from her dreams, and the guy in the ripped jeans were both playing this game with her, pulling her into their world, filled her with confusion. She couldn’t decide if it was reality or a fantasy anymore.
As she was about to get into her car, a voice broke through her thoughts.
“Hey, what are you thinking? Maybe you’re thinking about me, circling in your head... How wonderful it is to be on your mind.”
The unreal world again, she thought, exasperated.
"Hey, Mister... whatever you are," she said aloud in her mind, “I’m just a girl trying to figure out how to stop dreaming about you. I can’t do this anymore.”
But then, something stopped her in her tracks.
“Wait,” she whispered. “I’m not dreaming. I just talked to him. I saw him with my own eyes.”
And as she turned her head to look for him again, he was gone, as if he had never been there at all.
Could he be the one occupying her thoughts? Is that even possible? Why on earth would she dream about him, of all people?As those thoughts tumbled through her mind, the man himself was lost in his own thoughts. He remembered the first time he’d seen her — in the park, where a strange little girl had convinced him to buy a flower for her. He couldn’t shake the image of her, and neither could he understand why she had stayed in his mind for so long.The thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of his roommate, George, pulling him back to reality. “Hey, buddy, aren’t you asleep, or are you having wet dreams?” George’s voice was loud and teasing, cutting through the fog of his mind.He grabbed his pillow and tossed it directly at George’s half-moon face to shut him up.“No, I’m just calculating my allowance for this month. You know, budgeting my so-called great expenses,” he lied, but in reality, he was just a careful spender. His excuse was a cover for the chaos in his mind.Once
"Fuck! Where the hell did he go?" His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he cursed under his breath. His thoughts raced as he drove back toward the university, heart pounding. He had to find Chippy. The little guy had slipped away from him earlier, and now, he was nowhere to be found. He had driven through the streets, retracing his steps, desperate to spot any sign of the small brown poodle.He pulled his car to the side of the road with a screeching halt. His eyes scanned the area as he mentally mapped out the places he had already checked. Then, he saw them.There, in the distance, just beyond the gates of the university, he spotted her.Her.She was holding Chippy. His little pet, his responsibility. His eyes lingered on the way her fingers gently stroked the dog’s soft brown fur. His breath caught in his throat, but his instinct told him it wasn’t the right time to make his presence known.He froze for a moment, watching them, a battle raging in his mind. Part of him wanted t
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The sound of the letter being unfolded echoed in the quiet of the room. Cara’s fingers trembled slightly as she read the message.“Hi, Cara. Nice that you have a new friend now. He looks smart and sweet. Today, I feel like I want to meet you in person. However, I will give you more time to be ready. I will meet you the soonest.”Cara’s heart skipped a beat. She had been hoping to find answers, to understand the mystery of Mr. Smith, but reading his letter made her even more uneasy. The fact that he had sent the letter through Choco, her newly adopted dog, made it feel so personal. He was closer than ever before, watching her, waiting. The thought unsettled her.Without thinking, she stood up abruptly, her pulse quickening. She hurried outside, scanning the area, desperate to catch a glimpse of him. Was he nearby? Had he been watching her again? But as she stepped into the front yard, her hope faded. There was no sign of anyone. She couldn’t see his face unless he chose to reveal it him
The air was alive with the soft hum of nature. Birds flitted overhead, their calls weaving a melody through the trees, while the occasional insect buzzed lazily in the warm sunlight. But beneath this peaceful exterior, a chilling howl echoed from somewhere distant. It felt unnatural. "Where is she?" The thought drifted through the thick silence, wrapping around her like a shroud of unease.Footsteps, slow and deliberate, approached from behind. Her senses sharpened, a sudden awareness making her heart skip a beat. As she turned, her eyes met the figure emerging from the shadows—a man whose silhouette was carved like a statue, with the kind of masculine beauty that stopped time. His smile was something more than just friendly. It was knowing, predatory.She found herself lost in the moment, her surroundings fading away as her gaze locked onto him. The city of paradise—the dreamlike world she now stood in—seemed to bend and twist around him. It was as if he belonged here, as if this mome
The chemistry instructor had just begun his lecture when the door suddenly swung open. A man walked in, his presence disrupting the class. The professor raised an eyebrow but gave him a nod, allowing him to speak.“Excuse me, sir, may I sit in this class? I missed my morning session,” the man asked, his voice calm yet commanding.Cara’s gaze shifted toward him without her control. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t expect to see him today. The very same guy—the one she had been searching for in the Science department just the other day. The one who had mysteriously appeared in her life and then disappeared. Now, here he was.At first, she only noticed him through the shadow of his cap, but today, he had removed it. She could see his face clearly now, and it was even more striking than before. The same handsome features she had only caught glimpses of. His eyes, dark and piercing, seemed to search the room, and for a brief moment, their eyes met.Cara quickly looked away, her pulse ra
“Oh, so you’ve met him?” Jean’s voice was teasing, almost as though she had expected this to happen all along. She had already heard about Cara's encounter with the man who had helped her at the hospital, and it seemed like she was just waiting for the confirmation. Her eyes sparkled, eager for more details.“So, what about him? Isn’t he the guy from your dream? Do you remember him? You know, the sketch?” Jean asked, her voice suddenly serious as she pulled out her phone and showed Cara a picture.Cara blinked, caught off guard. “What sketch? What are you talking about?” she asked, confused. She had no recollection of anything like that. Dream? Sketch? She stared at the phone screen, trying to make sense of it all.The photo Jean had shown her was a rough sketch of a man, and it was unmistakably him—the man she had just met, Vince. The way he looked in the sketch was almost identical to the real-life version of him. It was as if the universe was playing a cruel game with her mind, pull
Vince lay in his oversized, masculine king-size bed, tossing and turning in frustration. He turned his body from side to side, nearly three times in a row, but sleep eluded him. “Vince Aldred Garcia, get it together. Sleep and stop obsessing over her,” he muttered to himself, scolding his own restless mind. The thoughts of Cara were consuming him, and he couldn’t shake them. His mind kept replaying all the moments they’d shared — the Chemistry class, the moments they’d crossed paths, the times they’d spoken. It was like an endless loop he couldn’t turn off.Thinking about a girl like this wasn’t something Vince was accustomed to. He had never been the type to fixate on someone, especially not to this degree. Yet here he was, unable to stop thinking about Cara. It started the day they met in Chemistry class, and ever since, it felt like destiny had been playing some kind of game with them. She was the one who found his dog, Chippy, in the parking lot, a moment that would stick with him
Vince walked toward the corner of the cafeteria, his mind racing. He suddenly remembered the journal he had given Will before leaving for his adoptive parents' home. He stood up and left the table with Cara to confirm some things, his mind still piecing together the thoughts that had surfaced while reminiscing about his time with her.Vince sat down across from Will, ready to bring up the journal, but before he could say anything, Will started speaking with his usual cunning expression. "You really can't get over Cara, can you?" Will said, a sarcastic grin spreading across his face. He knocked Vince lightly on the shoulder, his tone sharper than before. "I thought you remembered those days. What happened? I thought you wanted to protect her, just like I warned you.""You're right. Cara is my medicine, and she’ll always be my support, even after I heal," Vince replied, clearly firing back at Will’s jabs. "But that’s not the real reason I came here. I need to ask you something about the
“Professor, may I speak with you for a moment?” Vince asked, his voice tinged with unease. His mind was a whirlwind of restless thoughts as he walked toward Cara’s closest friend and most trusted confidante. He felt an overwhelming urge to learn more about Cara—specifically, the fears she had kept buried, the ones she had yet to share with him. His need to understand her was growing, and he hoped that her closest friend could provide insight into the things Cara had yet to reveal. “What’s this about? Is this regarding Cara?” she asked, her tone almost knowing. She motioned for him to follow her toward the counseling room, as though she anticipated his question before he even spoke it. Vince, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity, followed her quietly, sensing that whatever she would say would leave him with more questions than answers. Once they were seated in the quiet of the room, Vince didn’t waste any time. He asked, his voice steady but filled with urgency, “Can you tell m
"I have something to confess," he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he sat across from her. The morning sunlight poured through the window, casting a warm, golden glow over the hidden room. He felt a sense of lightness, almost as if a weight had been lifted from him. It was as though he'd been holding onto something for far too long, and now, finally, he was ready to let it go. Today, he was ready to be with Cara without any lingering hesitation."Yeah? Well, you still owe me the full story from the start. I’m curious," she replied, her voice soft but tinged with a hint of playful expectation. She always had that air of innocence about her, the kind that made him want to protect her, but today, he had a feeling she’d be seeing a different side of him.He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. "Do you remember the guy who gave you that iced coffee?" he asked, watching her reaction closely.She smiled, a light laugh escaping her lips as s
"Mom, I need to tell you something. Vince and I… we like each other. I’m saying this not to ask for your approval, but because I don’t want to lie to you anymore. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed in me, but I’m old enough to make my own decisions. I remembered my past, and Vince and I talked about everything. He understands, even about his parents. I’ve already been punished for my mistakes, and I’ve been forgiven. I don’t want to blame myself for something I wasn’t responsible for, just because I was too young to understand.”She didn’t know if this was the right time to reveal her relationship with Vince to her mom, but her mom’s ears were sharp, and she was too late to stop herself from saying it. Cara’s best friend excused herself and left early, clearly trying to avoid the impending interrogation that she knew would come. She had been helpful, but now Cara was alone with her mother, who was already suspicious of what she had been doing."But I don’t want you to be hurt in the end,
"Cara, I have an idea for you to get Vince to spend time with you alone and leave him after. I know just the place," Will suggested, his voice filled with a mischievous tone."How do we get there? Do you want to come with us? I’m not sure I can leave Vince alone. He’s my friend, after all," Cara hesitated, her concern for Vince growing."Look over there, see that big cave? If you can get Vince to go there with you, you can play as much as you want. He might even want to be left alone afterward. I won’t be able to come with you, but I can give you directions. You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ll find your way back here easily."Will’s plot was clear, and Vince already knew it. At any moment, he anticipated Cara would approach him, unwittingly carrying out Will’s deceitful plan. He quickly turned away, hoping to remain unseen as he overheard their conversation.Minutes later, Cara’s light footsteps echoed through the space, and she came running toward him, wearing her cute little sandals
“I don’t want this to end,” she whispered in her mind as Vince paused for a moment. But before she could process her thoughts, she pulled him back in, her body moving like a wild tigress drawn to the allure of their intense connection. Everything they were doing felt so foreign, so new, and yet, there was an undeniable pull. This was more than just passion; it was a storm brewing inside her, a beautiful disaster unleashed all at once. Her emotions surged and swirled within her, and with a quiet whisper against his ear, she uttered, “Oh please, punish me.”She was giving herself up to him completely, offering herself as the release for their shared chaos. Their emotions were raw and unfiltered, finally allowing them to surrender to the overwhelming desire and pain of the past. In each other’s embrace, they found the balm for the wounds they had carried with them for so long. It was as though the years of anguish had led to this moment, where their bodies and souls could finally heal.Fo
She felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she read the message from the man who had recently left her heart feeling hollow. She had believed that Vince had severed their connection the last time they spoke. After all, he had avoided her at every turn, making it feel as if they were nothing more than strangers now. Yet, despite everything, her feet seemed to carry her toward him again, drawn by some force she couldn’t explain. After reading his text, she felt like she was in a trance—perhaps admitting to herself for the first time that she missed him.Her steps grew heavier, her heart racing with a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. She walked toward the hidden room in the farthest section of the library, unaware of how foolish she must have seemed. Every step she took felt like it was leading her to something inevitable. A whirlwind of emotions was surging inside her—confusion, longing, fear, and hope.As she entered the hidden room, she suddenly sensed an unfamiliar tension in th
Vince headed straight to the cafeteria, already irritated by his sister’s behavior. She had texted him, telling him she was having lunch with Cara. He had been planning to leave early, but now he felt uneasy. He couldn’t stand the thought of his sister pestering Cara, especially after everything that had happened.As he walked toward them, he could see the two of them talking. Cara was being polite, but there was something about her expression—it was as if she was tolerating his sister's attitude with practiced ease, like she already knew how to handle her.“I knew you’d have trouble making friends with that snotty attitude, my dear sister. My appreciation for Cara for tolerating your type,” Vince blurted out as he approached the table, annoyance evident in his voice."Hey, watch it!" his sister shot back, but Cara understood the jibe clearly. Her calm demeanor didn’t change, but Vince could see a flicker of understanding in her eyes, as though she wasn’t surprised by his outburst."It
Mrs. Perez sat in a daze, the weight of the truth slowly sinking in. For years, she had held onto the belief that her daughter’s involvement in the tragic accident that took the lives of Vince’s parents was somehow the root cause of the family’s devastating loss. She had convinced herself that Cara’s presence at that moment had caused the chaos and that her responsibility was to protect her daughter from the repercussions. But now, after everything that had unfolded, Mrs. Perez realized the terrible truth—she had been wrong. It wasn’t her daughter’s fault. It wasn’t Cara who had caused the destruction, but Vince’s condition, a bipolar disorder had played a part in the chain of events leading up to the tragedy. She could no longer deny it.Her thoughts drifted back to a conversation she had with Mr. Anderson, Will’s father, years ago. She could still hear the sorrow in his voice as he explained Vince’s diagnosis, the instability that had surrounded Vince’s life, and how it had contribut