My One Sided Love

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The dream went something like this...

I was at my school, and I was walking around the hall. I looked around and I saw the teal colored lockers, mandarin glossy floor, and the awkward blue on the doors. I was wearing my 'only not' ripped blue jeans and my formal-casual black boots. I felt anxious for some reason, and I knew I felt guilty for feeling anxious, which didn't help. I was fidgeting with the end of the zipper of my jacket I was wearing. I knew it was dark outside, due to the clouds covering the light of the sun. It felt as if there were an apocalypse and I was the last person on earth.

I continued to roam the halls, now with both my hands in my pockets, as if I had accepted the fact that I was alone. That was when I heard voices, voices that belonged to people talking. I slightly ran toward the sound, with a little bit of hope that I wasn't hallucinating. I stopped by the door where I thought the sound was coming from. I grabbed the silver knob and began to turn it slowly. As I was doing so, I tried listening to the conversations that were taking place. That's when I heard a familiar voice, a voice I hadn't listen to for a long time. I then immediately open the door.

I felt surprised when I saw him. I tried hard not to look surprised, or happy to see him. I walked into the classroom and suddenly, I felt the warmth that I was missing. My friends were inside the classroom, they didn't mind me, but I knew deep inside they were happy to see me. Unlike the somber hall that was dim and lacking sunlight, the classroom was bright with light that was able to escape between the gap of the blinds. It made me feel hazy, lazy, and tired.

It was when I glanced at him that I notice that he was staring at me. It set my nerves on fire, and the air was impossible to breathe in. I immediately looked down at my shoes, feeling his eyes on me. My mouth was dry and I didn't know what to do. Somehow though, I managed to walk toward him. Part of me wasn't fully aware of what my body was doing, it was a blur. I had become fully aware of where I was. I stood by his foot looking down at him. He then swiftly stands.

He was towering over me and I looked up to him. In the corner of my eyes, I saw a few people who went back to doing their work and others who were looking at us. But I didn't care, which surprised me. I looked at him in the eyes and raised my arms to hug him. He in which lifted his arms and pulled me towards him. The hug was nice and soft just as I remembered him to be. I knew him and how he wasn't a very affectionate person, at least towards people that weren't his family. With that in mind I thought the hug wasn't going to last, so I attempted to pull away from the hug, but he just held me tighter. 

I didn't mind.

In fact, I loved it. He isn't one to show affection so it meant a lot to me for him to hug me in such a manner. I stopped being so tense and finally relaxed in his arms and laid my head on his shoulder.

"I missed you," I whisper in his ear. In which he responds softly, "I missed you too."

He sighs and nuzzles my shoulder. I giggle. I softly stand straight and push him a bit, to indicate that the hug is over. He follows suit and sits down on his seat and looks up to me with his sweet soft glowing blue eyes. I tilted my head and gave him my softest smile.

I scanned the room and felt as if I were in trouble. It didn't help that the room turned into a deep shade of red. 

Next thing I knew I was in my room and I was painting. I was painting a landscape of some sort. It was a sky full of stars and below it there were trees. Somewhere I think there was a bit of red, from where I know not. All I know I was finished with the acrylic painting.

 I go to show Dad of my proud work. He then tells me, "I thought I told you, that you can't paint that canvas." I hastily say, "Don't worry, there are more. Just look," I show him the painting again. He glances at it, " it's fine, it looks good."

I look at my painting and I walk back to my room, contemplating whether I should paint some more. I sat on my bed, staring at the ground, as I thought of what to draw. 

I couldn't think of anything.