JOURNEY OF MEMORIES

CHAPTER 4 : NIGHTMARES

Dark clouds and cold winds no traffic We were walking together, flustered but happy. It began to rain unexpectedly. I grabbed her hand and began running in search of shelter; there was an unfinished building nearby. I looked at her as we ran and stood under its roof. Her cheeks were bright red. Why was she blushing? I then looked down. I still had her hand in mine. This was the first time I was unaware of what I was doing. I quickly took my hand back out of nervousness and looked at her; she was smiling but not looking at me. I called her name. We both looked at each other, completely drenched in rain.

We began laughing at each other after a while the laughter faded slowly and we were watching the rain I understood why people say that the rainy season is really romantic I felt that too I looked at her some of her hair was on her cheeks I slowly drew those hairs behind her ears; she blushed and looked at me; I couldn't help but smile; I kept my hand on her cheek and moved closer; we were both nervous. We felt each other's heat, and our hearts pounded as they had never pounded before. I was getting closer. Our lips are about to make contact with our closed eyes. Just then, someone grabbed me from behind and began pulling me away, screaming in my ears, and I tried to break free but couldn't. She began to move in the opposite direction, and I tried to speak but couldn't. I tried everything I could to break that person's grip, but he kept screaming in my ears. I couldn't take it anymore, it was hurting like hell. I managed to see his face and realised it was me. He was grabbing and pulling me away while she was walking in the opposite direction. I tried to yell and called out her name.

But there was no voice coming out of my mouth, and I awoke with tears in my eyes, realising that everything I had seen was a dream that never happened the way I wanted it to happen. The other me was my past, holding me back and never letting me go, and she was the future I desired. Yes, this is a nightmare. It's ironic that something so beautiful and yet terrifying happened at the same time. The experience I had hoped to have turned out to be the thing that has stayed with me to this day.