Lifetime

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Zyrine Elixir / Astreia Heimsworth's
point of view

I couldn't put into words how much love I have for her. I knew, it wasn't just any phase.

I was certain about my dream. I wanted to break down the stereotypes about gender inequality in the society. I wanted to be someone who'd defend those who are unable to defend themselves. I wanted to be someone who's a human rights defender.

Someone.

That's why I pursued law. Goals and dreams was what keeping me alive.

Especially that dream. A literal dream.

I kept dreaming about having a lover. Being loved and loving someone I couldn't even name. I was the type who's not into these cliché typa feelings.

Yet, someone like me has exceptions.

I wanted to find her. To look for her. Hoping she's living the same timeline as mine. These vivid dreams, helped my insomnia.

Ofcourse, questions kept flooding my thoughts ever since I started having those vivid dreams. I couldn't understand why was it so clear as if everytime I doze off to sleep, I am living someone else's life.

My mood after waking up depends on what I dreamt about. There was this particular scenery that seemed like I was figuring out why was the person ignoring me. I felt like I was upset about it yet can't bare the fact that she's avoiding me.

"You always seem to be staring at me with full admiration. What's with that look?"

"Love,"

I woke up, feeling my heart pounding. Love? Shit. When will I ever see you, Ms. Torpe?

"Madamé, you have a lunch meeting in 30 minutes with Mr. Mondragon. We should get going." my assistant reminded me.

I was recently experiencing headaches and weird sudden sceneries kept appearing. As if I was travelling through time.

Everything about my day went by smoothly. I was resting on the bed after taking a hot bath when I thought of something.

There was this melody I could hum whenever I think about her. The woman in my dreams who looks at me dearly and loves me.

I quickly grabbed my small notebook and tried to write lyrics as I think of her. Yes, this future prosecutor can make music. It was my favorite hobby and passion ever since childhood.

"Ich ha di soo gärn, Zy."

Tears were running down my cheeks. I was crying after having that dream. It rarely shows up, but the pain I feel waking up from it felt like my chest was ripping apart.

I looked at the notebook beside me. I dozed off trying to write the song I was writing for her. I sighed. This is so frustrating.

I badly want to meet her.

Weeks passed by. I browsed for artworks to buy online. My room suddenly felt empty after dreaming of that particular dream that made me cry again. So here I am, looking for an artwork that could possibly fill the void.

Ich ha di soo gärn. 3100 BC.

My brows furrowed as I read the title of an artwork. I immediately remembered the woman in my dreams so I opened another tab to search for its meaning. My heart raced as I felt something in my stomach when I found out its meaning.