All Chapters of When In My Dreams, I Met You: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Birds and insects were chirping in the background. Hearing a sound of silence with only an animal creature howling. “Where is she?” She heard footsteps coming her way. A man whose physique is perfectly masculine beauty. She laid her eyes on the person who was in front of her, showing her a handsome smile on his face. Forgetting the strange scenery of the place. She finds herself in the city of paradise again. She will never forget him in this wonderful place as long as she lives. “Let’s make a deal. Come here whenever you miss me. And don’t forget me when you get back in your place.” He said it while touching her hair down to her face and glaring at her like an animal who’s making a way to snare his prey before eating. Though she felt like she wanted to be eaten by this predator. She can’t wait anymore. She fell into his trap and kissed him first. “I don’t want to wake up. I want to live here forever with you.” “You need to wake up and find me.” He said. And kissed her again. ……

“Oh, so you’ve met him?” Jean reacted to her like she already knew it will happen as she expected. As she told her about her encounter with the guy who brought her to the hospital. “So, what about him? Wasn’t he the guy in your dream? Do you remember him, you know, the sketch?” Jean asked her the thing that she doesn’t even know what she was talking about. Until she showed her a photo from her phone. She can’t believe what’s happening in her mind. The guy in ripped jeans, I mean the guy named Vince as far as she remembers it clearly, totally has a resemblance to the photo that Jean showed her. And what Jean told her about this dream of hers was definitely out of her sanity. “Dear, I swear, I remember nothing else about the dream that you were saying. And with that sketch, I couldn’t find it in my room. Also, those things that you said that I tell you before. I can’t remember any single of them. I’m a blank slate.” “Aren’t you dreaming anymore? How was your sleep last night? Have yo

She went straight to her first-period class, leaving the guy in a rush. As she felt embarrassed on the way she left him without a word of thank you for giving her a ride. He made her blush while pondering the question he asked her. It’s a blessing in disguise, they aren’t classmates in her first class. What a first-time feeling to be in such an uncomfortable situation. But why is she feeling this way? He just asked her if she has a boyfriend. She’s not imagining he wants to flirt with her. But basically, she’s assuming that. “Scratched away that thought, Cara Nathalia!” She warned herself. She’s not interested in him. “You’re just, schoolmates.” That should be her thought. “Hey, what are you thinking?” Another guy from X-Men. She means another guy who’s appearing in front of her without giving her prior notice like they have a teleporting ability. “What’s your name again?” She asked him as she forgot it but remembered him as the neighbor who had just recently transferred. “You re

Her body is in so much sweat while searching the thing all over their house from every room through every single corner. She went back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. She looked for it again and again in the front and back yard of their house. But she couldn’t find it. If her parents will arrive now, they would think a thief had entered their house. Because the house is in so much mess right now. She went back to her room and rested her body on her bed. She stopped moving for a bit moment and closed her eyes to focus her mind on the thing she was looking for from the second she woke up from her dream. Yet, her memory is empty. She really can’t remember where she put that damn sketch of that man in her dream. Then she remembered Jean. Her best friend had shown her the picture of the sketch and remembered Vince's face again. But considering the dream she had a while ago; their character was different. She believes the person in her dream is not the person she had met re