A Tale Come True

One Day...

"I've always had these visions about this really handsome boy who I feel is real. I wake up and my body feels warm, never cold. I remember my door being shut before I go to bed but when I wake..." You looked to the ground as if not wanting to say it 'cause you'd sound pathetic. "You what, Strider?" You looked back up, your lips quivering. "It's open. I know its dumb, but its open. I don't sleep walk or anything." While your therapist takes these notes, the quietness starts to build up tears till his accent ends it. "Was anything said?" "Nothing," You retorted, "nothing was. At least in previous dreams there were bits said." "That being?" He asked. "He kept saying he loved me, he missed me; sweet nothings were whispered." "Did you say anything back?" You took a few seconds to think. "Each time I tried, words weren't available. I was silenced by his voice.." "what did he sound like?" "He had this deep accent-" "Er, can you try to explain it?" You listened to your instructors voice carefully. "Yeah.. I think it.. sounded a bit like yours." Well that was awkward, Mr. Harley lightly tugged at the collar of his shirt, feeling a tad nervous. "Well, uh, this dream boy of yours sounds like quite the charm then. Has any other odd things happened?" You quirked a brow. "Clerify-" "Besides your door opening, has anything else happened beyond the walls of your room?" You nodded, "Yeah actually. In my living room the TVs always on and this movie with blue people is playing.." "Anything else?" "There's always a letter in front of my door... every time I open it, it says I love you." Mr. Harley took the time to process all of this and to have it down on paper. There was at least four minutes worth of silence as you stared out the window till he spoke again. "Have you tried leaving something back for him?" "I have- I've left a letter as well but when I write them, they're long but all I get are 'I love you's'." "Interesting..." He remarked and stood to grab a few sheets of paper from the file cabinet that stood next to you. You can recognize his scent anywhere but it wouldn't provide anything. You werent just gonna flat out tell him he smelt like the boy in your dreams. Mr. Harley sat back down and clipped the paper to the clipboard, writing what you had previously said. "Alright so you say he has something to that of m6 voice, paranormal stuff that related to the past is currently happening as we speak,  and random letters with the same writings is what's going on, correct?" You nod, "Indeed." "And- Oh! One more thing. Do you remember what he looks like? Any detail at all?" You feel your heart push roughly against your chest, staring at the other stoically. "Bro...?" You looked away and inhaled deeply. "Yes, right, well uh," You look back at him, this time exhaling slowly. "he... he kinda looked like you-" At that moment, Mr. Harley had just remember those triangular shades, blue people, Strider. However, not knowing his first name as Bro was a bit confusing. You see the pencil drop from his hand, eyebrows scrunched together. "Dirk?" You were shocked because no one ever called you by Dirk anymore and the fact that you don't remember Jakes last name being Harley. "Jake?" At that time you realised that all this dreaming was to knock some sence into your head that you've been speaking to your dream boy all along. Its now an afternoon of kisses and a fevering hug even though Jake had another person on the line. "I love you." Was the last thing you heard till you wake up a sweaty, panting mess. You turn to see the aged, handsome man you met once again years ago. To this day you can honestly tell yourself, this is a tale come true.

"I love you too."