"Where are we?" I ask, scanning my surroundings. Each time I try to focus on the distant horizon, a sharp ache blossoms in my head, like my brain is rejecting what it sees.
God, I feel like I have a hungover or something. I thought to myself as I watch the clouds from a distant.
The clouds move unnaturally fast, some morphing into fleeting animal shapes so quickly it makes my eyes sting. Shaking my head, I look back toward the park bench—and the man sitting on it alone. The fact that we're the only two here, surrounded by an eerily serene park, feels both calming and unnerving.
"Mind if I sit?" I ask, motioning to the empty space beside Emmett.
For a moment, he doesn't respond. He stares silently at the spot next to him, as if lost in thought. Just when I'm about to repeat myself, his head snaps up, and he flashes me a smile—brighter than the sun pouring down over his radiant hair. My heart skipped a beat for a few seconds before regaining all my senses back the moment I saw his mouth beginning to move.
"Sure, why not?" He pats the bench and scoots over slightly. "Sit. I'll explain everything."
I blink a few times, confused but compliant, and lower myself onto the bench. A sigh escapes me as I settle in. Together, we stare out at the horizon, watching the clouds twist and reshape, as if the sky itself can’t make up its mind.
Then, the sun begins to set, flooding the park with warm, orange light. For a fleeting moment, a soft smile tugs at my lips. But then it hits me. It hits me like a fucking semi-truck on full speed.
This is a dream.
Disappointment floods me, though I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve been avoiding sleep for days, hoping to escape seeing him again. Yet, here I am, sitting on a park bench with this dream version of Emmett, watching the sky dissolve into dusk in matter of seconds.
Well, at least I know not to expect anything in the next following moments.
"Why?" Emmett’s voice breaks the silence, pulling me back from my own thoughts.
"Why what?" I ask, glancing at him with confusion clouding my vision.
He doesn’t answer right away. His gaze shifts from the horizon to meet mine, his expression unreadable. But after a few second, his lips curled up slightly before finally speaking.
"Why did you do it?"
The question makes my stomach drop. "Do what?" I ask cautiously, though I already know.
"The kiss," he says, leaning closer. His tone is calm, but his eyes bore into mine with a startling intensity. Funny how the tension between us right now had been the same tension I kept feeling whenever he's near me. I guess somethings get replicated in dreams more accurately than the others. "Why did you kiss me?"
The words hang in the air, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Of course, my mind wouldn’t let me escape this. It's been weeks since that kissed and my brain doesn't want to let it go. It'll always constantly remind me of that moment in my life.
I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. "It was a dare. I didn’t have a choice." The words come out automatically, like a script I’ve memorized. But even as I say them, they feel hollow.
Emmett tilts his head, studying me. "Then why the lips?"
My breath catches. His voice is steady, but his eyes are disarming, illuminated by the glow of the setting sun. It’s dangerous, the way those eyes seem to see right through me, peeling back every layer I’ve tried so hard to protect.
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In Your Dreams
Romance"Dreams have meaning," They say. "Dreams symbolize your current life situation," They say. Well, what does it mean and or symbolizes when I see that asshole, Emmett Larkin's face in my dreams? I doubt that means anything apart from he's the worst p...
