Finding Her

III

The world of dreams is so much better than the reality. You feel nothing, just empty. Even if you do, you know that it is not real, that it will all just vanish once you'll open your eyes and step back into the real world.

How ironic that most of the times, we want our dreams to come true, we want our dream to be our reality. But how often does that happen?

I walk to Karan when he waves at me. I can feel the smile coming to my face. I've never seen myself smiling so big in real life. Maybe that's why they're called dreams.

"Kyra," I hear his voice, and it feels like it is dripping with honey. His voice is still crystal clear in my mind, and I don't think I will ever forget it.

"Kyra," He calls out again.

"Karan," I say, "I'm here,"

"I know, Kyra," he says, and then he points to the right.

I see my mom standing there.

"She's waiting for you,"

I look at him, "What about you?" I ask, and suddenly I am short of breath, something which tells me he's not coming with me.

"I'm in your heart, Kyra," he says, "And I love being there. It's a good home."

"....no."

He smiles at me, a smile which is beautiful but filled with pain.

"I love you, Kyra. You'll always be my princess." He says, and small pieces, rather ashes starts to come out of his body. They're flying away. He's flying away from me.

And like before, I'm unable to do anything.

*********

When I open my eyes, everything is blurry. I see a brown face hovering over my face, and that face is out of breath....?

I blink a few times, trying to focus on the face, and when I do.

"Peanut." My voice comes out groggy.

"Oh my baby!" Mom comes out of nowhere, and hugs me on my bed, "Oh my God, you scared me so bad, Kyra!" She kind of screams, and my head spins.

I groan and I look around. I'm in a room, but I'm not in a hospital room. I try to sit up, and mom helps me with it and she makes me. I lean back on the headboard of my bed.

Wait.

My bed?

Yes, this is my bed. The same bed I had back in Shimla.

"Mom?"

"Yes, the whole house is set." She says, reading my mind.

"How many days I've been out for?"

"Three," "Three?!"

"Don't worry, Kyra. It's alright." She says, "The police told me what happened and you will feel good to know that the man who hit you is behind the bars now."

Right, the man.

"The doctor said that your condition in not that serious, a concussion, but minor."

Everything flashes in my mind, slowly. How I tried to be the saviour and ended up being a potato.

"The police works here," I say, "Good to know."

My mom chuckles, "They had solid evidence, and the boy didn't let the man run away, so it was easy."

"What boy?"

"I don't know, I just saw him and then saw you and then there was nothing else in my mind." She says.

I take a deep breath and try to remember. A boy, yes, the boy! Oh my God.