Hyacinth || dreamwastaken

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Things between Clay and I settle into silence. We don't say much more about us. It's best to just let things lay as they are. We are for each other but we aren't going to push things. It's easier to take life day by day. It's how we've been raised to be. Wake up each day like it's the last one you'll live like this. Don't plan because our lives are changed easily. Even if it doesn't always feel that way or seem that way.

Clay's been scouting more lately. Looking for future places to live. Places far from communes. Places so remote we will never be bothered or found. We want peace in the world we are about to cause such a chaos in.

My minds been running a bit wild in the silence so I've found myself sorting out mounds of nasty clothing and food. The day I get to actually wash myself will feel so gratifying.

When I lift Clay's bag to sort it, it feels heavier than normal. Bulkier than normal. So I dump the contents to the ground and a book tumbles to the surface below me. Curiosity overruns me and I can't help but snoop.

I reach out and wrap my fingers around the black leather surface. The fingers of one hand reach out and run along the embossed surface on the front book. Dream. The word is in white and the font matches that of the book I once hated. I knew the moment this book entered my sight that it was his book. The book.

I can't help myself. I need to know what lies beyond its bookends. After studying the front for a few seconds I'm flipping through pages upon pages. His book is much bigger than mine by a landslide. There are days upon days of knowledge. I can't help but wonder what day he's on. So I flip to the last page. Yesterday's date reads at the top followed by his day. My mouth drops at the number. Number 2802.

I instantly think back to the day we met and I have to know what his book said about me. Will it say something along the same lines as mine? Will it say anything at all? Was his book broken like mine once was? So many answers and I don't know how long I'll have before Clay returns. He can't see me snooping. I will be a dead woman.

Day 2555 :

Hyacinth, a new person walking into your life. A challenge. Something you haven't faced. Your journey has been easy up until now. Prepare yourself. Everything is about to get a lot more complex.

Your world is not full of noise. You have silence. Your feelings are bound to be broken. The question is by whom? That's for you to figure out. And for me to guide you in the right direction.

Don't push little Miss Hyacinth away. She's important to your journey. More important than you have even begun to imagine. Deal with her. It will be worth it. Your goals will be accomplished if you do. Your life is not over. You will be fixed.

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The pads of my fingers trace over the words until I realize other words on the page. I was so distracted by the inked words that I didn't even notice the indents along the pages. Indents in writing that looks like it's been handwritten. When my fingers run over the ripples a little smile peaks to one side of my mouth as I think about Clay writing along the bounds of the books.

I can't make out much of what's indented. But one word sticks out bolder than the rest. Potential.

Clay, my enemy, has always thought of me as his potential. Even if he didn't believe in any of this bullshit. He believed that I was possibly meant for him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Clay's voice booms behind me. His tone, his power, startles me. I feel like I jump so high off the ground I could have landed on my feet before landing.

I hold my hand to my chest to try and bring my heart rate down as the book falls to the ground. "I—" I start but he instantly cuts me off. Typical Clay.