A multiverses of YOU and I

Chapter 2: Castle in the air

Her dream of HIM

We'd gone on a date at a restaurant. We'd ordered food and made small talk. By the time the food had arrived, so did the end of our small conversations. We'd eaten silently, so much so without making eye contact. Or maybe it was me who avoided eye contact. I didn't like to talk to people while looking into their eyes. I simply couldn't. No matter how many times I'd try. Plus, you weren't real. Somewhere at the back of head I could feel I was dreaming in my dream. But I'd be lying if I said that was the main reason. The main reason was, though you weren't even real, I was still afraid to look into your eyes. I wanted to find out what secrets your eyes held but I was scared that instead of learning your secrets, youd find out mine. And that was something I never wanted you to know. Better, a secret nobody should know. Especially you. Why?

Because how was I supposed to tell you that I had a petty fan girl crush on you when you belonged to someone else in reality. Even if this was my dream, where Id had dreamed you taking me on a date, I still didn't want you to have the answers to my heart.

We'd eaten hurriedly and you'd gone to pay the bill. While I'd taken the chance to run out of the restaurant as fast as I could from everybodys sight. People who were also at the restaurant were watching us from the Moment we had set foot at the restaurant. I could feel the judging eyes from behind my back when we were busy eating. But I'd kept quiet.

I remember my feet taking me hurriedly down the stairs, when the truth was my heart didn't. When I'd reach the parking lot, I'd called my parents who had gone away on a business trip, something that they did not do at all in the real life. They'd told me they were about to reach home. I took this as a cue to end our so called dream date as soon as you stood next to me at the parking lot.

"I need to get home fast. My parents have just arrived and are about to reach home. I can't be seen with you here since people know you. Let's go to my house," I said nervously and so fast that I thought I would be barely audible.

"Okay," he said.

So he had heard what I said.

"Okay. Good," I thought.

I was reading his face for any kind of expression he might show but he didn't.

"Okay," I replied.

"Thanks for everything," I said.

"No problem," was all he said. When I was hoping he'd say some more words other than this.

I waited for a few seconds hoping he would say the words but when he didn't, I turned my gaze from him and started walking.

We booked a cab and went silently towards my house. I'd look at you carefully every now and then from the corner of my eye even though I'd find you staring out the window all the time. And all the time I'd find you looking out the window and all the time I'd look at you, I'd pray. Pray that you didn't hear the sound of my heart beating so rapidly. We'd taken a cab to reach my house. Little did both of us know that this would be the last time we'd see each other again.

In reality, it was impossible. You lived a distance of 6570 miles from where I lived. We were two different continents apart. We lived in two different countries. You were a famous celebrity. While I was the infamous normal teenager.

But even in dreams now, it seemed impossible.

We'd reached my house where I could see my parents unloading their luggage from the car. You'd for some reason suddenly held my hand as soon as we gotten out of the cab. And I in return, squeezed your hand in assurance of what I hoped would make the nervousness pit that was slowly filling my stomach go away. We were walking towards where my parents were, when you'd suddenly stopped in the middle of the parking lot.

You'd used my hand which you were holding to make me face you. And when I'd finally turn and lift my head up to at last, meet your eyes, I would be in for a shock. I dont know why I thought you'd be angry at me. But instead I found you smiling. Smiling contentedly while looking at me. I wanted to ask you what made your eyes wrinkle around the corners of your eyes from smiling too much. Instead I smiled back too. Your hair was a pale silver color in the shining sun above our heads, yet even from the blazing and bright sunlight, youd always stood out. At least for me. Then you'd slowly walk backwards, away from me, while still holding my hand and you'd let go. You'd let go of the hand you were once holding before, all while still looking me in the eye and smiling: the smile which I'd come to love. I'd see you fade away in the distance. And while you slowly let go of my hand, I'd also all slowly lose the feeling of your touch, as you'd back away with your fingers grazing the palms of my right hand.

Then you were gone. Beautifully.

I was left standing alone in front of the space where you'd once been. All I could see now was not you but an empty space where you'd once been before in the blazing light that shone from the sun above my head.

I suddenly had the urge to cry out loud. Instead I held the place where you'd once touched me at the palms of my right hand, covering it with my free left hand. I wanted to feel it again. Your touch as your fingers grazed the palms of my right hand. I was scared it'd go away if I washed my hands. Even if it was a dream and the entire thing had just been a figment of my imagination and none of it was ever real, I didn't ever want to lose the feeling of your touch. Because that was the only thing I'd felt so real from the entire dream.