I open my eyes and quickly sit up. I blink a couple times before my vision comes back to me. I turn my head to find him. But he's not there. I rub my eyes and feel my hand touch something on my head.
Headphones.
My stomach drops. I look around and notice I'm back where I started. My room. I feel my heart shatter a little. I take the headphones off and the beautiful melody stops playing. I feel tears start coming as everything hits me. I lay back down on my bed. I look at the plasters on the walls. The shitty walls. I hate looking at the ceilings. It reminds me of him.
"Who are you?" I ask myself as I force myself to look at my pillow. I hate falling asleep with my music on shuffle, so I pick one song I can listen to on repeat. When I feel myself getting really tired I take my headphones out, but when I accidentally fall asleep, I get lured into the song. I feel a tear slide down my face, disappearing into the pillow, making a dark circle.
Dreaming about a person that you're in love with hurts. But what scares me, is I don't know this person, he isn't real. All I can remember are green eyes. Deep green.
I close my eyes. I touch my lips as I remember how many times he kissed me and how
it felt so, real.
The way he touched me, like nobody else does.
It's weird how my lips remember what it's liked to be kissed. I don't remember the last time I was kissed.
I can't believe it was all just a dream.
