Cursed Fate of Wings

CHAPTER II: WHO ARE YOU?

Chapter 2: Who are you

Heather's POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear. I groggily reached over to turn it off and sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. As I shook off the sleep, I realized that it was just a dream. But it had felt so real.

I remember walking through a field of heather flowers, feeling the warm sun on my skin and the gentle breeze in my hair. The air was filled with the sweet scent of the flowers, and it felt like I was floating on air.

As I walked, I saw him - tall, handsome, and smiling. His eyes sparkled like diamonds in the sun, and his smile lit up the whole sky. When he turned to me and looked into my eyes, my heart skipped a beat.

He took my hand, and I felt a shock of electricity running through my body. His touch was like nothing I'd ever felt before - warm, gentle, and powerful. I felt like I was melting into his touch.

The flowers started closing around us, creating a tunnel of purple and blue. He pulled me deeper into the field, and I felt like I was transported to a magical world. It was like we were the only two people in the world, lost in this little bubble of attachment.

I felt like I'd found my home, like I'd finally found what I'd been searching for. His eyes seemed to be speaking directly to my soul, but all I knew was that I wanted to stay there forever, surrounded by the beauty and wonder of this dreamlike place.

As we walked through the field, I felt like I was flying. My heart was full of joy, my soul singing with happiness. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before - this was different from my dull life.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the dream was over. I woke up with a start, feeling like I had been left behind. My heart is racing too fast. I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. The dream had been so vivid and real that I could still smell the scent of the heather flowers on my skin. But as I lay there in bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that the dream had been real. That somehow, someway, that man, looking at me with affection had been trying to tell me something.

As I sat up in bed, I noticed that it was already getting dark outside. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. I had a graveyard shift at the convenience store tonight, and I needed to get ready.

I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My feet felt heavy and uncoordinated as I shuffled towards the bathroom. I turned on the light and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked sleepy and my hair was a mess.

As I got dressed and ready for work, I couldn't help but think about my dream. I held my chest, feeling my heart racing like a drumbeat. I couldn't help but crack a smile - who was that man, and why was I dreaming about him? And what's up with this surreal setting? A field of heather flowers, no less!  And get this, my name is actually named after that flower! It was all so romantic, it felt like a dream come true. But, honestly, I'm not usually a total romantic, even in my boring life.

I snapped back to reality, and checked my phone to time-check. I saw a text from my manager: "Don't be late tonight, Heather. We need you to be on time."

I rolled my eyes and sent a quick reply: "Got it, sir. See you soon."

But as I was about to leave, I couldn't get the feeling out of my head that my dream was trying to tell me something. And then it hit me - the field of heather flowers reminded me of a scene from my favorite book, "Cursed Fate of Wings". It's the part where the main characters meet for the first time. Why was it in my dream? And then it hit me again - wasn't that book a big part of my past? That's what Madam Elara's tarot card said too. Was she really using her mysterious powers on me?