His feet felt wobbly as he got out of bed. It was just two days ago when he woke up with a bunch of people looking at him like he'd just resurrected. He can't recall a thing before waking up.
As the highlights of the last two day's events passed by quickly he'd realised how secluded he was. The Doctor says there's no need for him to leave since they're still assessing him and that he had everything he needed right here. Right there and then he realised that what he needed was not what he wanted. Everyone seems to have left in some dark pit of cluelessness. Him not knowing whatever was going on around him left frustrated.
He immediately walks over to a shoe rack and picks out a pair of slides, letting his sock clad feet slide into them. He slipped on a warm jacket he'd found in the closet and carefully went to open the window. He helped myself onto the other side of the sill, staring at the (thankfully) short height from the window to the snow covered lawn. He quickly heaves himself off the sill and lands carelessly in the snow. He gets up and dusts off the snow from most of his body.
He stood in awe at the environment before him. Everything was white, like it went to some angelic laundromat. The street lights and porch lights just added to the beautiful effect, creating some whole other world.
"What am I gonna do now?" He thought to himself.
He was thankful for a change of scenery. He had to start looking. He didn't know what he was looking for, he just needed one thing to jog how memory back.... anything. The only thing he could claim to remember was a dream he'd been having for quite a while now.
I'm standing all alone, the place has very soft lighting. There's nothing else. No one's here. It's so....abandoned. I look around, not knowing what to do. I seem to be clueless alot.
Before I yell for someone I feel something warm engulf my hand. I look down and see a small hand wrapped around mine. My gaze travels from the hand, up the slender arm, quickly passing the shoulder blades and I am now staring at the face of the hand holding mine.
She's looking up at me. Like I just told her the most sweetest of things to ever come out of a guy's mouth. Her caramel looking skin glistens in the soft lighting making her look insanely captivating. Her eyes have a green, Brown thing going on which practically brings everything together. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and ended right below her shoulder blades.
Just having the most simplest of features made her look extraordinary.
"Fall?" She asks innocently.
"Me?" I ask softly.
"You. Me. You me? Me you?" Talk about the hardest question to answer.
I'm about to ask what she's talking about but out of nowhere the lights just turn off. A quick wave of panic arises in me. Especially when the grip on my hand lessens to nothing.
Once he explained that, everyone just stared at him like he grew an extra head while narrating his dream. They told him to describe her. Her face was permanently tattooed on his brain. He tried to describe her but only one word strived.
"Goddess." He breathed.
He slip his hands into his jacket, deciding to just follow the sidewalk until he ends up somewhere. He couldn't tell what time it was cause the sky was evidently bleak but he felt like it was late in the afternoon or something.
He couldn't tell how long he had been walking but he eventually reached a school. It looked really big. It was probably three stories high with a flag at the very top. His eyes went over to the letters adorning the top of the building.
