What is it that we all want? The paths we follow are different, but we're all guided by a feeling of desire. The desires that drive this man, however, might bring him closer to his demise. There's new definition to the phrase "follow your dreams."
"Where are we going?" Lamar inquired, feeling his body being lead in a general direction.
"Don't worry, you'll see when we get there!" a woman teased, tugging at his wrist. His curious eyes would have to take her word for it; currently bounded by a solid blindfold. Not the faintest glimpse of light could penetrate the mask, but he could feel the sun prodding his forehead. An odd contrast to the surprisingly wintry air circulating about him. The breeze would nip at his exposed neck; sending a jolt of chills throughout his body. His feet snubbed the sensation; numb from treading across the unlevel path. The ground gave way with each stride, leaving an impression of his previous step.
"You know, you're pretty bad with surprises? I know where we're at," he said, fighting the urge to grin.
"Nuh uh! I know from experience you can't see beneath that blindfold. You're bluffing!"
"Oh am I? Let's see...the year was 2006, senior year at Clemens High. Me, a few of my friends and our female hopefuls make an elaborate plan to ditch school the following day. If I recall correctly, those in attendance: myself, Will Reid, Joseph Parks, Chloe Jones, Kim Stark, and none other than--"
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His speech was interuppted by her unveiling; there stood, "Loren Paige."
"Ta-da! Okay, maybe you weren't bluffing," she conceded.
To his presumption, before them was a vast crater in the Earth. The distance covered hundreds of miles; however it's depth added most to it's grandiose. Still, the beauty of this place wasn't due to its foliage, nor the fowl hovering in air; it was the memories therein. Memories he had with her, standing before him with brown skin kissed by the sun. Her slender frame contrasted by the untamed mane atop her head. She was just as beautiful as when he remembered meeting her.
"Really? Did you think I wouldn't recognize where I first met the love of my life?" he replied.
"To be fair, this isn't the first place we met," she joked.
"You're right, but this is where I realized that you were...her."
The moment of silence grew as the distance between them closed in. The universe around them stood still once their worlds convened. As their eyes met, he felt the same anxiety from once before. Akin to his solid composure, she was the one who could dissolve it. Likewise, she could put him at ease with a kiss; it was delicate, yet passionate. The moment, lasted for a couple of moments. But, it wasn't long before he lost grasp of his poise. He felt his body being propelled backwards in an instant. The universe around him began to shift; it's stillness became a fleeting memory. His grasp on her loosened as he fell into the depression behind him. She stood there blankly as the distance grew between them. Shrouded by her lush mane, his final glimpse of her gaze, devoid of love...
...before he woke up.
"Lamar!" a voice beckoned, accompanied by a disgruntled nudge. He emerged with haste, plagued by the haunting dream; slowly regaining cognizance of his surroundings. The venue was bustling with people moving purposefully; although that rarely was the case. Various equipment was setup in quadrants across the studio. Before him stood an all too familiar face, currently cloaked by an irritable scowl.
