Conversation.
Dinner with Andy was nice. You learned that he's a lawyer and he's divorced for over a year now. His son didn't survive the car crash that his wife caused and he admitted that their marriage was only there for their son. Cheating wasn't in the story and it was just two people falling out of love and they no longer had a reason to stay together.
You talked to him about what you did for a living. How you moved to Boston in hopes of finding more of yourself but you've been stuck on the same stage in life for years. Talking to Andy felt so natural that you completely forgot that it was him who you saw for months straight as you were both in slumber and consciousness.
After dinner, he was the one to ask a question if you wanted to watch a movie. You met the guy hours ago but he didn't feel dangerous. It felt like he had no ulterior motives. He genuinely seemed like a man who doesn't have any red flags plastered on any inch of his skin. Now, you're on your couch watching a film that you never bothered to pay attention to. Your mind kept running and running, debating on whether you should tell Andy about these dreams and flashbacks that you constantly have. What did you have to lose if you told him though? You will never really know until you just tell the truth but it felt so scary.
What if he thinks that you're insane? In your defense, you only met him today and you have zero control over your dreams and flashbacks. What if he laughs at you? No biggie. You can laugh too and just agree on how it's weird and how it doesn't make sense to you either and you only told him because you can never keep a secret even if your life depended on it. What if he leaves with no goodbye? Well, it's not that big of a deal because again, you only met him a few hours ago.
You steal a glance at him and you notice how he wasn't paying attention to the film as well. He was looking at his second bottle for the night and the expression on his face looked like he was deep in thought. You didn't have the heart to snap him out of his mind considering that he poured his heart out to you over dinner. Maybe he's thinking about his son? The family that he had? Maybe thinking about a case since he did mention that he's a lawyer and god knows how much reading they have to do on a single case.
You decide that maybe now isn't the time to do so. Timing is important for everything and you shouldn't blurt something like that out of the blue.
Confession.
"I need to tell you something." You were snapped out of your thoughts and internal debate with yourself as Andy spoke up. Looking at him, the beer bottle was no longer in his hand and is now resting on top of your coffee table. He then reached for the remote and turned down the volume of the television.
"Yeah?" You ask, watching his every move but your eyes never left his face.
"This is gonna sound so weird so I need you to hear me out, okay?"
"Okay." You swallow dryly.
"Just hear me out. I've been seeing you in my dreams for a while now..."
Oh fuck. You never paid attention to what he had to say next. How was this even possible? Is this even probable? How many people go through this same exact thing? These things only happen in movies or fanfiction but this one... this is real. This is really happening. Oh fuck.
"Y/N? I know it's sounds so weird but this old lady from last week–"
"I met you... again."
"What?"
"That's what she told me... you'll meet him again soon."
"The same old lady talked to us?"
"I suppose? She also said that I'm an–"
"Old soul... she said that to me too."
Silence fell between the two of you but it was far from awkward. The eye contact remained as both of you tried to figure out just exactly what was going on but it seemed like you two were on the same train of accepting the fact that you will never know and some questions will remain unanswered.
"Here's to another life with you, Y/N. I'm glad I met you... again."
"It's nice to meet you again, Andy. I'll make sure that I get the paper tomorrow."
