foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

nineteen

this book holds so many of my dreams that i forgot i've had in the past few years. i started writing them down freshman year due to me being able to "feel things" in my dreams, but stopped once they started coming true, freaking me out.

i placed it on my desk, still staring at it, remembering the sleepless nights i had while writing in this journal.

with hesitation, i grabbed a pencil from my back pack, sat at my desk and started writing. i eagerly wrote down my thoughts, starting from my algebra class dream, my first real life dream.

the pencil swiped across the pages carefully, being sure to include every detail. how/what i felt, what i touched, my thoughts in the dream, what eve was wearing, what she sounded like, everything.

more dreams filled up my mind, so i wrote every last one down, up to my most recent. it made me think...what exactly did happen in that dream? eve forgave me? nevertheless, she was teasing me, and i almost kissed her.

a warmth ran through my body at the thought of us making up, being like we used to. even if she doesn't want to be with me, i still want her around me, next to me. she makes me feel like everything will be okay in the end. that i'll be able to cope with these dreams, even though i'm so hesitant that someday, i won't. someday i won't be able to handle them, or i'll fear sleeping each night. but since they're about her, she reverses my bad thoughts. nobody i know can do that, especially with someone as stubborn and doubtful as i am.

i'm confident on the outside, but inside i'm so different, and she knows that. i know she does. she understands exactly how i work, and it's beautifully shocking to me.

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| GRAYSON'S POV |

i fiddle with the key, attempting to open our annoying ass front door. i assumed ethan left during last period, because his car was already here. i finally get the door open, revealing a cold, empty house.

letting out a sigh, i yell, "i'm home!"

sounds of things moving from upstairs soon travel to my ears. ethan must have a girl over or something. i guess he got over eve pretty quickly.

"ethan?" i question, yelling yet again.

"one sec." he states behind his closed door.

it opens, revealing him standing at the top of the stairs. in my surprise, he has a shirt on and he's not fiddling with his belt, there's nobody else over.

i put my backpack on the floor, "what were you doing? is there a girl over?" i ask, still confused.

"what? no, why would i have a girl over?" he shoots back, getting annoyed.

"i thought you were over eve." i quickly wanted to take that back, remembering the dreams he's been having.

he stays quiet, until finally he says, "i was just finishing an essay."

"well, never mind." i state, walking into the kitchen.

he's so hard to read sometimes. i never know if he's severely depressed, or happy as fuck. i just can't figure him out.