The Traveller [Bash, Reign] ~ On Hold

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   "My name is Sebastian. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Elizabeth," he said, bending down to kiss my hand. He was very handsome with dark hair and bright piercing blue eyes; he was dressed in a historical costume, though I couldn't tell which century.

   That's when I woke up.

   That's when I wake up every single time.

   Every night I have this dream, although I've read before that you cannot dream the same exact dream many times, so I have no explanation for this. In this dream, I'm always in a big centuries old dress, in a castle that looks like it's straight out of a movie, and I always meet this Sebastian.

   I get up and head for the shower, to go to college after. I live in a shared apartment in Paris with two room mates. I don't know why, but I always had this feeling, that I had to go to France, that it was important, and I was always one to follow my instincts. Although I don't remember why I decided to leave in the first place, I feel like there was also a big reason for this, but I never knew why. My parents always say I had always wanted to, though I don't remember that either.

   Don't get me wrong, I love my life, but I always feel like there is this void inside of me, that there are these patches of life, where I come up blank, where I remember nothing, and it annoys me.

   I get dressed and head to the little grocery store nearby to grab some breakfast for the road, then head to college. I actually study history, what will I be doing with it after? Well, I still don't know, but again, I had this gut feeling that I needed to major in history that wouldn't let me be, and so I did, and I love it.

   And I have this obsession with the 16th century, I just find it fascinating, but I don't know why.

   College campuses are always hectic, if you ever get to see one, with people running around trying to get to classes on time, and others chilling together, having a great time and enjoying life. And that's why you should always watch your step, that's why I found myself colliding with someone.

   A hot looking someone, though.

   I saw a mop of messy dark hair but, I didn't have time to see the person's face, he shouted an apology and just continued running. I shrugged it off and went to leave, but stepped on something. When I looked down, I found that he had lost his wallet; I picked it up and looked for his identity card.

  Felix , black hair, bright dark eyes, as hot as I thought, faculty unknown, and now, I had to search for him to give him his wallet back. Well, hooray, good luck to me!