Replay.
After your encounter with the old lady, you found it even harder to focus. The memories come back stronger whether you be awake or dreaming and it feels even more real if that's even possible. Weekends were supposed to be allotted for you to lay back and enjoy a bottle of wine but now you're trying to figure out what she meant by "you'll meet him again soon".
Who is him? Meet again? You met him before? You barely have a list of ex-lovers so who is him? Your ex, your only ex, is now happily married with two kids living in another country and you had a healthy break up. It was realizing that both of you didn't really know what you wanted and you were better off as friends. The most communication you have with him is greeting each other a happy birthday and that's it so it's definitely not him.
Maybe you shouldn't think too much about this, right? How much did that old lady know from just looking at your palm and your eyes? But the eyes never lie, right? What does old soul even mean?
Out of frustration, you decide to call it a night and hope that the following day wouldn't be as jampacked with these questions you have for yourself and hopefully, you wouldn't think about this too much anymore.
Rearrange.
Why go to therapy when you can change how your apartment looks? A new area for the living room, organizing your kitchen, changing your bedsheets and cleaning out your closet is the best form of therapy. Either that you missed being in control of your life since these dreams and flashbacks keep on feeling even more realistic than before.
You hoped that you weren't making too much noise until your hopes were flushed away when there was a knock on your door. Quickly trying to look presentable, you stand in front of the mirror for a few good seconds making sure that you didn't look like you just woke up from a nightmare before answering your door.
"Hi! Was I too loud?"
"No not really. I was just concerned since I heard noises other than the furniture moving around. I figure you're new here?"
Looking up, your jaw almost falls to the ground as you take in his appearance. The beard, the eyes, the height, everything about him looked like the man in your dreams.
"Uhh, sorry, yeah, no– sorry, I just wanted to change things up in here since it felt the same since I moved here and uh... no I'm not really new. I've been here for almost a year."
Trying to get your shit together never worked out for you. If your brain wasn't functioning well, your body usually follows.
"Do you need any help?"
"No thank you!" You answer too quickly.
"Okay... well if you need me, I just live next door. I just moved in a few days ago." He says before taking a step back to go back to his door.
Closing the door carefully, you again mentally scolding yourself for showing such disinterest to the guy who kept appearing in your dreams and flashbacks. Could it really be him though? It doesn't add up. You never met the guy until a minute ago and how on earth was the old lady right? Did she know that you were having recurring dreams and flashbacks of the same scenario over and over again? This just doesn't make any sense.
You finally finish rearranging your apartment just in time for dinner. Takeout isn't so bad right? The Chinese restaurant near the building seemed like they already knew your order so you can only imagine their surprise when you say you want two of the same things that are usually your go to meals.
You need to apologize for being rude to the poor man who only wanted to help.
Yes, thanks for that brain. Really needed that reminder of how I fucked it up royally with the first time meeting him. Upon the arrival of your food, you then walk towards his door before giving it a few knocks.
Reconnection.
You were greeted by the same guy, only now he was wearing a plain white t-shirt and black and white plaid pajama pants. You give a soft smile before holding the food up encased in a plastic bag.
"Dinner? It's on me. I'm so so sorry for acting that way earlier. It's not like I didn't want to talk to you at all I was just frustrated with everything going on in my life and I really didn't mean to be rude at all, I promise."
He smiled and rubbed his beard.
"My place or yours?"
"Mine I guess? You'll see what I was working on all afternoon?"
A nod from him was all you needed before stepping back and walking back to your place. You then set the bag down on the dining table before turning to him.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Yes please, thank you. I'll help with setting the table."
"Don't you dare move a muscle unless it's sitting down. You're my guest."
You grabbed two beer bottles from the fridge, opening each one before handing one to him and setting your own drink down on the table. You then lay out all the containers before handing him his own pair of chopsticks.
"My name's Andy. It's nice to meet you too."
Oh for fuck's sake. You literally forgot how to socialize huh?
"This is so embarrassing. Uh, my name's Y/N, it's nice to meet you too." Extending your hand out, he takes it in his but instead of shaking hands, you both instantly jerk your hands away from each other.
"Did you feel that?" He asked, gently shaking his right hand up and down.
"Yeah, it felt like I got zapped."
Just what is going on?
