Short Stories Compilation

4. Only In My Dreams

I do see him, always in my dreams. His face, always plastering his bright smile, showing off how he takes good care of his teeth. His eyes always glimmer innocence, yet I know behind that innocence is a different persona. His hair, so dark but the light is illuminating on it, turning into hazel brown. His arms are always wide open, seeming like he's there, welcoming me to his whole-heartedly. His pure white polo and with the light behind him, it seems like he's glowing.

He's walking towards me, so slowly, so gentle. I can hear his footsteps, echoing through my warm ears. My mind didn't know what's happening. I knew I'm just standing there, feet and eyes fixated through the dirty white floor, and surprisingly it is warm. I don't know if it is the floor or it is just my own heat, radiating out of me.

He is then completely in front of me, it seems like his eyes are piercing through my soul while mine is still fixated through the floor. My heart's pounding like crazy, I didn't know why. All I feel is anxiety and excitement. My palms are getting cold and sweaty. I slowly looked up, staring on his face. I'm wondering, what must he feeling right now. His smile is still there but then his eyes morphed, turning into sadness and empathy. My face reads confusion, why did he change all of a sudden.

"I'm so-sorry," he slowly trailed, spitting those words with a crack on his voice. "But this is my time. I now need to go..." his bright smile turned into a gloomy one. Everything is slowly turning into white, and I looked around, my eyes are not settling into one side. Tears are dangerously stinging on my eyes and before my tears flow down, everything completely turned into white.

My eyes are straining as I slowly open them. Sweats are trickling down on me as I found myself crying helplessly. He's always visiting in my dreams and slapping me the truth that he'll never come back. Because he passed away. 

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