Parallel

introduction ( chapter 0.5)

His smile. It's all I can remember. The way his teeth gleamed and his cheeks rose up with bliss. His hair gently swimming in light gusts of fresh spring air. An unforgettable smell. Our song is playing in the background. It's perfect.it is everything I've ever wanted. My beautiful boy is sitting right next to me. The sun hitting our skin in a curtain of heat. About to shield itself for the night with the lowering view of the sun set.

"I love this song."

His voice, purely soft and true.

Black tufts of hair fluffing onto his forehead. Freckles danced on his skin. Each one is like a little star or speck of perfectly placed dust to map his perfect face. His large spots on his cheek, jaw , nose and eye.. His eyes.. Galaxy's beauty. Constalated gorges. Stirred in a rift of shimmer and sparkling whispers. Like if you look into his Onix eyes you'll hear the gossip of heavens.

Why can't you be real?-

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I sit heaving hard breaths , trembling in my sheets. A shiverish sweat glazed my forehead. Pale hairs stuck to my face and neck. Palms balled with blankets.

I just woke up.

These dreams happen a lot. That paper boy in my dreams. But I wake up like it was a nightmare. Even though it is a perfect world.

It's not real.

He's not real.

Who is he?

I can't take this.

My breathing slowly paced into a normal pattern. But knowing how things happen after those dreams my hands won't stop shaking for another hour or so.

I got out of bed. Unsheathing the curtains. Unsurprisingly there was no protruding light. The light was locked in a dark blue. Fading to a vibrant blue and the base of the ground.

What time is it?

I turned to face my dresser.

5:43.

Fuck it's early.

Why can't I just sleep.

I slid the frame of my window down the rail attached to the sill. Opening my window wide. My lack of window screen allowed me to easily rest my arms on the ledge and calm my nerves.

These dreams always get to me even though they're just a figment of my brain. My back still stained in sweat made my smell even more obvious.

Sighing I slid my shirt off and walked to my shower. Tiles hit my feet. An expected change in temperature. Cold. My apartment is always cold. I like it that way. Heat is awful, I hate it.

My gaze is locked to the tiles. Tracing the seams where the plates separate from each other. Lifting my face and turning to my left. Meeting my own eyes in my large mirror on the bathroom wall. My hair is messy. I did just get out of bed so that's my excuse for now. I run my fingers through my hair. Silky enough that my fingers don't get caught in my locks. I shake my head and my hair returns to it's frazzled state. My chest is bare. My face is long. Why am I sad? Am I sad? Is it because of him? That boy? 

Who is he?