The chill in the air hit you as soon as you stepped outside. The bustling streets of Yorknew City stretched endlessly before you, the same way they had a hundred times before. You stuffed your hands into your pockets, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck. It wasn't just the weather that had you shivering. Something about today felt...different.
In the back of your mind, echoes of a life you couldn't quite remember flickered like a forgotten dream. These moments had been happening more often lately: the sudden déjà vu, the inexplicable sense of familiarity with places you'd never been before, and most unsettling of all, the dreams. Vivid, raw memories of a silver-haired boy with electric blue eyes—eyes that pierced your soul with a feeling you couldn't name.
It always ended the same. The dream always crumbled into darkness. He was reaching out to you, calling your name—but then, there was nothing. Silence. Emptiness. You would wake up drenched in sweat, heart pounding as though you had lost something precious all over again.
Your mind wandered back to the dream as you aimlessly wandered the streets. That boy—who was he? Was he real, or just a figment of your imagination? There was a part of you that swore he had to be real, like a thread of fate tying you together, but any attempts to grasp the memory slipped through your fingers like sand.
"Hey, watch it!" A voice cut through your thoughts as someone bumped into you, sending you stumbling a few steps back.
"Sorry," you mumbled, blinking yourself out of your trance.
As you turned to walk away, your gaze caught something unusual—a flash of silver in the crowd. Your heart skipped a beat. There, only a few feet ahead, was the boy from your dreams.
His silver hair, tousled by the wind, shimmered under the dim streetlights. He was wearing a dark hoodie, hands shoved into his pockets, as if he was trying to blend into the chaos of the city. But those eyes—the same electric blue eyes you had seen countless times—locked with yours for the briefest moment.
And just like that, your world tilted.
"Wait," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. Without thinking, your legs began to move, pushing through the crowd to follow him. There was no logical reason for it, but deep inside, something was pulling you toward him. You couldn't let him vanish into the sea of people. Not again.
You hurried to catch up, dodging pedestrians and weaving through the throngs of people on the busy sidewalk. But no matter how fast you moved, it felt like he was always just out of reach. The crowd seemed to part for him, effortlessly, while you struggled to keep him in your line of sight.
"Hey!" you called out, your voice lost in the cacophony of the city. But you could've sworn his steps slowed, just a fraction.
Finally, you turned a corner and found yourself in a quieter alleyway. He stood at the end of it, facing away from you, his back turned as if he was waiting. The tension in the air was palpable. Every instinct screamed at you to turn back, but your feet kept moving.
When you were only a few steps away, he spoke.
"Why are you following me?"
His voice was quiet but sharp, each word laced with suspicion. You hesitated, unsure of what to say. How could you possibly explain this? How could you tell him that you had seen him in your dreams for what felt like lifetimes? That you felt like you knew him—like you had always known him?
"You... I..." The words caught in your throat, and for the first time, doubt crept in. What if you were wrong? What if this was all just in your head? But then, he turned to face you.
The moment your eyes met his, it was like everything in the world clicked into place. The noise of the city faded away, the cold air barely registered anymore. It was just you and him, standing there as if nothing else mattered. You could feel the weight of it—the connection, the pull, the unspoken recognition. His eyes flickered with something, too. Was it recognition? Confusion? Whatever it was, it only lasted for a second before his expression hardened again.
