Dreams

80s Paul (Details)

A/N: Well, this dream was something interesting. It was not something ordinary. It was a set of events, consequences of something that happened between me and Paul. At the time of the dream, I didn't understand much, but it was worth it. The next day, I dreamed about what had happened and what "could happen". In this chapter, I will write about the consequences of what happened with Paul and me before I made up with John.

Paris, 1979.

"Come on Jim, say it."

 "Say what?"

 "You know what.", a few seconds of silence, then she decide to say what I most feared hearing from her.

"I told you so."

I take a deep breath, "I know."

"No, you don't know."

 "Now is not the time for that, Jim."

"Time for what? to face the facts?", I get angry.

"Yeah! I came here because you are the only person I turn to when I don't know what to do, but if you to start ..."

"Ok! sorry!", she hugs me again.

 "Jim.."

"What?"

 "You were right. I shouldn't have accepted stay at his house.", I finally look at her, I see a look of sadness in her eyes.

Megan, or "Jim" as I usually call her, is my best friend, she is a famous harpist and lives in Paris, and after what happened with Paul, running away to Paris was the only thing I decided to do. I decided to beg her to let me stay in her apartment. She had always known that Paul wanted something more with me but I was too innocent to see something that everyone else saw.

"I told you from the beginning, he always seemed to feel something more for you but you insisted on not wanting to see! He conformed to some point because he saw that he lost you to John. When you separated from John, he saw the perfect opportunity!"

"He is not one opportunistic!"

 "I know that. He just didn't want to see his friend sad, but there came a time when he couldn't take it anymore, that's understandable."

"But he had to do this right when I was fragile? I mean, I always liked him but as a friend. We were both needy, drunk and it happened and now I don't know what to do!"

"Freaking out won't help at all.", she go to the kitchen to get something to eat and drink, I am still on the floor, sitting on a light blue carpet.

Her apartment was something classic, golden tones with some shades of light blue and white, something classic and minimalist. She comes to me with a jar of strawberry ice cream with caramel topping, according to her, "it always helps to improve my mood.", I tell her everything that happened before and after that night, she listen to me carefully and I realize at times that she feel embarrassed when I start telling what happened that night.

"You know, Annie, I have full reasons to believe that-"

"What?", I am desperate for your advice.

"That you are in love with Paul.", I choke on my ice cream, she hold a laugh and give me a glass of water.

"WHAT? IMPOSSIBLE! NO! I LOVE JOHN."

"I know, but you can love John and Paul, knowing you, I know this is possible."

"But it can't be. Paul loves Linda, he wanted Linda."

 "He just wanted Linda because you were never interested in him, but that changed. You were there, you needed someone by your side, someone who listened to you, someone who supported you, that someone was Paul, and you were that someone for him.", I keep silent.