"What if I told you I feel like I know you? But we never met?"
-Phoebe Bridgers
For the first time since I had arrived, I was dreaming.
I dreamt of a small room with very few things inside. The walls were a light beige and the bed and bedside table were small, as was the window that overlooked a peaceful garden.
Everything about the room felt familiar, yet I could not place how I knew it. It didn't matter how hard I tried, I could not remember how I knew this room. I let myself drift towards the bedside table where a display stand sat. My eyes widend as my gaze caught upon two beautiful hilts. THey were both the same, but different, with minor details changed. Both were apure silver look steel, wrapped in a leather badn that was embroidered with gold. What seemd to be silver charms hung from a beaded line that was tied to one end. The first hilt was a bit longer than the other, and as I surveyed the beautiful craftsmanship, I felt the urge to pick them up.
My fingers stretched out, hesitant as they reached towards the hilt. Mine. My mind screamed, mine mine mine. They were mine, I knew with absolute certainty. They were what I had been looking forthe night I had woken up at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base, they were the missing piece.
Just as my fingers brushed against the cool metal, the doors opened behind me, causing me to jump. Whirling around, I turned to find a man in the doorway.
The man.
He was beautiful, and just like the hilts, he was familiar. His brown hair fell just below his ears and his eyes were so blue, they reminded me of the sky. He seemed to be my age, having just shed the boyish features in turn for those for those of a man. Yet, as I studied him more, I found that there were still traces of the boy he once was.
His face was a mixture of things. Shock, fear, relief? All of those emotions swirled through him and even myself as we both stared at one another. The air grew heavy and it felt as though I could not breathe, could not think, could not do anything but stare at the man in front of me.
He took a step towards me, then another, only relief on his face as he crossed the room towards me, practically running. His mouth moved, but I could not hear his words, could not hear anything as he drew closer and closer.
Just as his arms were about to wrap around me, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke and my eyes opened, revealing the skyline of an unfamiliar city.
Dank Ferrik.
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