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CHAPTER 7

"You?"

 The word hung between us like a shard of broken glass, sharp and unexpected.

"We need to talk, Amber." His grip tightened on my wrist, pulling me forward with a determined urgency that left me stumbling in his wake.

"Hey, stop! Where are you taking me? How do you know my name?" I demanded, wrenching my hand away fiercely. His response was a steady silence, ignoring my questions as if they were inconsequential whispers in the wind.

"What do you think you're doing? How dare you just drag me away like this?" My voice rose above the murmur of the bustling street, drawing curious glances that he seemed oblivious to.

"Can you just listen to me once? I will explain everything, but not here. Please, Amber, trust me," he pleaded, his eyes—those captivating eyes that had haunted my dreams—betraying a vulnerability that struck a chord within me. Doubt warred with curiosity in my mind. Could I trust a stranger who knew my name? Could it be the answers to the unsettling occurrences in my life?

"Trust is earned, not demanded," I retorted, meeting his gaze with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. "And you've yet to give me a reason to trust you."

"Then let me prove it to you," he implored, his sincerity palpable in the earnestness of his expression. Before I could protest further, his hand found mine again, this time with a gentleness that belied the urgency of his earlier actions.

We walked in silence, the rhythm of our footsteps echoing the unspoken questions between us. The city buzzed around us, indifferent to the clandestine dialogue unfolding in its midst. His grip on my hand was both reassuring and confounding, tethering me to a reality that seemed to blur at the edges.

After a good fifteen minutes of walking, we arrived at a small house. Its walls were painted white with a red rooftop, giving it a cozy appearance.

"Why are we here?" I asked, confused.

"It's my house. Let's go inside," he replied, leading me through the door.

Inside, the living room welcomed us with light blue couches. He gestured for me to sit down.

"Do you want something?" he asked.

"No, can we just get to why you brought me here?" I replied, growing a little impatient.

He sighed and then sat in front of me. "You may not believe me and might think I'm a psycho after what I'm going to tell you."

"Well, it depends on what you're going to say," I replied, trying to keep an open mind.

"I've been having nightmares for a year now. They were just some blurred images," he said, and I was shocked to hear this because I was also experiencing nightmares.

"Remember the day when I came to your library asking for a book?" he continued. I nodded, unable to forget that day, the day my life began to collapse.

"That book was related to dreams. I wanted answers for whatever was happening in my life, hoping it would help me find the reasons behind these nightmares. But, as you know, you said that there are library policies that—"

"Yeah, I know. Please continue with the main thing," I cut him off, curious to know what happened next.

He looked me in the eyes, and I saw his Adam's apple bobbing.

"That night, I saw you, Amber, in my dream," he said.

"Me?"

"Yes, those blurry images from my earlier dreams were of you. It became clear that night, but you referred to me as Davian," he said, confusion evident.

"That's not your name?"

He shook his head. "My name's Dair, Dair Augustine."

Dair Augustine? But he told me his name was Davian in my dream and then I realized something.

"Did I tell you my name in your dream?" I asked

"Yeah, it was something like Kaltain Callisto. I'm not sure."

"How did you know my real name then?" I asked, remembering that he called me Amber instead of Kaltain.

"I saw it on your badge in the library," he replied, nodding.

"I know what you're wondering," he said, leaning forward.

"That we're somehow connected," he finished.

"And that we have some other names too" I exhaled loudly, cursing my shitty life.

"I'm also having the same nightmares," I confessed. "And you referred to yourself as Davian Augustine and called me Kal," I said, internally blushing at the nickname he called me, although I was unfamiliar with it.

He seemed taken aback but then smiled widely. "How about I call you Kal from now on, then?"

And my heart skipped a beat...

"So Kal, what should we do now?" He asked 

I shrugged " Honestly. . I don't know."

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edited;

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