Being in an ecstatic world of our own seems amazing, right!
Rather than living in a world full of harsh disheartening reality, it would be much fascinating if one could live in a world of their own where things go as they want. But what if things d...
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I picked up the call as it was from Xavier. I was afraid if he knows anything. After all, he was a part of my dream all this time. But how could he when it was my dream? Just mine. And that guy?
"Hello?" I said into the call after picking up. "Hey, sleepyhead! Get up from the bed and start getting ready!" He shouted from the other line. How does he know I was getting late? His tone lacked maturity, his playfulness was back. He was the same Xavier I knew, before the dream. I wonder what's his real personality? Ugh, it's getting on my nerves. What is happening?
What can we expect from a sleepyhead like you? Oh yeah, dreams!
I hummed in response and cut the call; groaning in headache. Something was different. Very different. I had to dig my head to find that information out.
What the heavenly hell just happened? Is this another dream of mine or is this the echt reality I was hoping to wake up on when I slept yesterday?
I remember reading the tragic ending of Bella and Marshall's story a few days back when I was deeply in love with their love story, but how did I daydream or actually fantasized about their love story to be mine? Was it true? Was that guy and I were soulmates?
Who is this Vian? I met him, fell in love with him, separated from him, saw all those dreams which became my precognition, and now this? Those dreams were a part of my dream? I was dreaming within my dream! Our love wasa dream within a dream.
How could this be even possible? I felt every ounce of emotion, I felt every dreading pain of my life, I suffered from the hatred and sadness, and I got the undeserved love. And now you're telling me it was all in my dreams?
I told you to stop romanticizing your own fairy tales. They are taking over your mind.
You are my mind! Duh!
I tried to give signals to you by telling you all these were dreams. You didn't catch on to that. Not my fault!
Vian Marshall was his name. Or just Vian? I don't know. I remember him in my false awakening. My memory was getting erased minute by minute, second by second passed as I thought more about him. I was getting unfamiliar with him, I don't remember how his touch affected me, I don't remember how his eyes looked into mine making me crimson? Did I blush? Were his eyes intimidating or soft? Was he hard to read or an open book? I want to know everything about him.
Our love was written in the stars but why are the stars under hiding now? If we were the missing pieces of each other's puzzles then why can't I find that piece now?
He feels so familiar and close yet who is he? I fell in love with him, but the strange part is why I have such strong feelings for a person who doesn't even exist? I need to stop reading romantic clichés gravely.
That's what I have been saying from the start.
To be sure that this is a dream and the other was real or is this reality, I tried to find some things I thought I had changed the location of. In my dreams, what possible explanations I could remember.
