Dreams

Have a Nice Dream

I took a look at her eyes and I realized something was a bit off.

We were taking a walk together, something that we haven't done for quite some times. I kinda missed how her little steps took her. It was like looking at a loading bar. Her little steps just seem to take forever for her to get anywhere. There was this one time when I looked around and she just disappeared. I panicked and ran about everywhere until I stumbled upon her. She was sitting casually on the bench we were supposed to meet.

"You seem to have fun." She just smiled impishly.

I was too glad to be pissed. That day, I never let go of her hand. Not even once.

This day, however, was not that day. I knew something was off. I started to look at the river down below. It just flowed, casually, like nothing ever happen.

Maybe I just overthinking it, my thought said.

We were crossing on her favourite bridge. There's nothing special about that little yellow bridge. The bridge was just scarce of passing strangers and hidden from prying eyes. Also, the river had such a soothing sound that we can spend hours just standing there. Speaking in silence. It was a bliss.

Thinking about those moments really made me carving for her hug. But today she seems to be more troubled than usual. So I guess asking for a hug out of the blue is just out of the options. Speaking of being troubled, there was also this heavy atmosphere around us. I really needed to lighten this if I ever to get that hug.

As I about to turn my body to say something cheerful, I felt something warm on my back. She hugged me!

No, that was not it. It feels different, awfully different. This was not the warmth of a hug. This warmth flowed, like a river. Flowing from my shoulder to my back. Take a turn around my waist and finally dripping into my shoes. I got some of that warmth on my hand, it colours red.

I turned around, looking directly at her, another warmth flowed from her eyes. A small river formed on her cheek and empty into her chin. The warmth slowly dripped from her chin, I was dumbfounded. That was the first time I saw her cry. The tears was crystal clear. Hell, I already knew what was this all about.

She mumbled something, probably sorry of some sort. I just can't heard anything anymore. The world starting to get hazy and spinning around. I felt her touch again, pushing me away. The cold bridge lingers around my body for a second, then I felt nothing. The sensation came rushing in again after the water swallowed my body.

Damn! I really need to learn how to swim.

I came to in my bed. The mattress still squeaking every time I wake up. The fan was still half broke. Creating a combination of an insane man repeatedly punching a chair while being tossed around in a gale. Well, I guess I'm not that good a fan metaphor. Anyway, most of the time, the fan will be replaced by an air conditioner in a week anyway. I guess that means I don't have to make fan metaphor anymore.

Putting fan aside, one thing I hate in this room is waking up in it. Tomorrow, I would start sleeping in the couch. For me, waking up in my own room is a sign of failure. It only means that I have failed another life, another love, and was forced to live in another life and find another love. I guess it was not entirely forceful since I'm the one wish it. But still, one time blessing turned into a neverending curse.

Anyway, today is the first day of my life in the college. There's a lot to prepare for this big day, or used to be a big day. Now, thanks to the cure, it was dreadful. I have to listen to the same lectures that I have already heard a dozens of time. The first time is already dull. The second, the third, and the thirty-seventh time is not helping at all. Beside the college, I also have to start searching for my next love interest to escape my curse. Also in my list, I have to wrap up the last application and essay to get my scholarship, send a message to my parent that everything is okay, and there is the matter of paying my rent. So much things to do for a day.

I went to sleep.