He was in love with her. He didn't know who she was, or how she looked like, or even her name. But he knew she was the one, that no other girl would even come close.
When he saw her in that dream, it was like the world had stopped. She was stunning, like a goddess, so beautiful it made his heart ache with longing and desire.
Though he didn't want to see just a glimpse of her in his dreams. He wanted her all the time, by his side, as close as humanly possible.
But she wasn't a human. She seemed like one, in his dreams, but how can she be human if she never existed?
He sighed, realising he couldn't concentrate. The sweet, miserable boy dropped his pen and picked up his phone. He got up and trudged over to the bathroom to get ready for bed, excited that he might see her, in his dreams and perhaps even understand how to find her, where she was, or who she even was.
He brushed his teeth in circular movements, washed his face, and pulled on sweatpants. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror as a warm feeling spread throughout his body.
Hope.
He leapt into bed and closed his eyes, quickly falling into a deep slumber. And there she was. Her outline was slightly unclear, as was her face.
"Hey," he called softly. "I missed you."
The girl seemed to stand tall with pride, and he stepped closer. Suddenly, all confidence was gone and she shrunk back.
"I promise that I won't hurt you" He mumbled, wanting to touch her, hold her, love her.
Except he already did love her. With every bone is his body, every fragment of his pure, melancholy soul.
She seemed to be cautious of her surroundings, looking around out of the sides of her unclear orbs. They were in a field full of daisies, the sky was blue with not a cloud nor a trace of one.
He reached out one hand, took a step closer to the figure, only to wake up, breathing heavily. He reached out to grab his water bottle, and took a large sip out of it, gasping and sweating.
"No, I'm telling you! I saw her, she's real!" He told his his friend over the phone in the morning. "She is, I swear, I'll prove it,"
He ran out of his house and into his car. He turned on the radio and buckled the seat belt, ready to find her, wherever she might be.
He pulled the lever forward without even knowing where he should start looking, thinking that his instincts might know.
The tall boy was focused on the road, eyes glimmering like a gemstone as he started crying.
What should he do? His heart was already half broken from missing her, he had to keep the other half safe.
By then, the kind boy's eyes were thick with tears, and he could barely see, only a blurry outline, shades of blue and charcoal.
Suddenly, he got an icy feeling something bad was about to happen and there his terror was confirmed. A massive, frightening sound rang through his ears.
-CRASH-
His body rocked from the force of the crash. He couldn't see or think straight. There was a sharp, consistent pain right through his body. He could see, taste and smell the metallic, crimson blood everywhere.
The blood started trickling down into his eyes and he shut them tightly.
He mumbled an "I love you" and his body fell limp.
He was dead. Because he fell in love with a dream. Because he let his heart go towards something invisible. Towards a magnetic attraction that didn't exist.
Dead, all because of a girl from a dream.
