Pretend to Forget

ENDING ( But not literally)

CEDRIC POV;

Waking up from a restless sleep, I couldn't shake off the dream that had wrapped itself around my mind like a stubborn vine. It took me back to my high school reunion, a gathering I had approached with cautious optimism, hoping against hope for a chance encounter with her.In the dream, the scene was set with familiar faces and strained smiles. We exchanged greetings, simple "hi" and "hello" phrases that felt like empty shells of communication. Apologies floated through the air like forgotten whispers, lacking the sincerity that could mend broken connections.

But beneath the surface, there was a void, an absence of genuine connection that left me feeling adrift in a sea of missed opportunities. We circled each other like wary strangers, tiptoeing around conversations that begged to be had but remained trapped in the silence of our subconscious.

Then, with the suddenness of a snapped string, the dream shattered like fragile glass. I found myself jolted awake in my bed, the comforting darkness of sleep giving way to the harsh reality of daybreak. Disappointment crashed over me like a tidal wave, dragging me down into the depths of disillusionment.It was a bitter pill to swallow, the realization that the reunion had been nothing more than a mirage, a fleeting illusion crafted by my own subconscious. The brief respite it had offered from the monotony of everyday life dissolved like mist in the morning sun, leaving behind only a lingering sense of emptiness.

Yet, amidst the wreckage of shattered dreams, a glimmer of hope persisted. It was a fragile ember, flickering defiantly against the encroaching darkness of despair. Despite the odds stacked against it, I couldn't help but cling to the possibility of a second chance, no matter how improbable it seemed. So I dragged myself out of bed, weariness weighing heavy on my shoulders but determination burning bright in my heart. In the recesses of my soul, I harbored the hope of redemption, a silent prayer whispered to the universe in the language of longing.

Dreams may fade, but the yearning they leave behind is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. And as long as there is hope, there is always the possibility of a new beginning, no matter how distant it may seem.

As I stepped out into the harsh light of day, I couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose coursing through my veins. The dream may have been nothing more than a fleeting illusion, but its echo lingered in the recesses of my mind, a reminder that even in the face of disappointment, hope endures.
With each step forward, I carried that hope with me like a torch in the darkness, illuminating the path to a future where dreams may yet become reality.

I miss you....