Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't been writing, I just started High School so everything's been hectic. Anyways, I apologise for that last chapter, that was pretty boring, If I do say so myself.
Cass Xx
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Dean soothingly rubs circles into my hand with his thumb as we walk up a small path and up to Jennifer Baern's front door.
"It's alright, Hayle," Dean mumbles into my hair, "Let's go."
I take a deep breath and press the doorbell. It rings a familiar tune, then slowly loses my attention as a tall, thin woman opens the door.
"May I help you?" She asks, looking us up and down.
"Um, I'm Dean, this is Hayley. We read an article off of your website and were wanting more information. Is that alright?"
"Oh. Ok then. Come on in." Jennifer walks us into her small art-deco house, leading us into a cosy looking lounge room.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" She asks.
"No thanks," I answer, too nervous for drinks.
As she sits herself down, I notice her appearance. She looks about forty-five, with a cute, dark brown pixie cut and pale green eyes. She wears multiple rings on most fingers and a long, summer dress.
"What can I do for you? A couple reading? Tarot?” She says halfheartedly, looking bored.
Dean clears his throat, “Well, Hayley has always had these dreams. Like, psychic dreams. But, they really do come true. And it scares her, and I’m not happy with that.”
She looks confused, “Is this during the day, or at night? Is it like your there, and can move around, or just like a fly on the wall?”
“Mostly at night, but some in the day. And it’s like I’m physically there but no one can see me.”
“ I see..And what was your latest dream?”
I start sobbing into Dean’s shoulder, I can’t think of that again.
“Hayle, Hayley. It’s alright, Don’t worry. I will do everything in my power to make sure you don’t leave. I promise you that.”
“Another time then?” Jennifer asks.
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We’re at the park now. Dean and I are just laying on the grass, holding hands. It’s given me time to think, time to forget about my dream.
Dean gently pulls me up from the grass so I’m upright in his arms. He pulls me closer and just hold me there.
“Dean, do you really think that you can stop me from leaving?”
“Yes, Hayle, I can. I love you,” He mumbles into my hair.
“Say it again,” I smirk, biting my lip as I gently pull away.
“Hayley Heart, I love you with all my heart.” He answers, looking me straight in the eyes.
“Not your heart anymore, mine. I love you too. Let’s go home. I have homework.”
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If I write every day, will you forgive me for really short snippets? It’s easier that way. Please Vote/Comment!
Cass Xx
