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chapter fourteen — ❝ but it's so warm here ❞
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There was the softest brush of skin against the palm of his hand, a blinding brightness that surrounded him. He glanced around his surroundings, finding an abundance of falling leaves the colors of orange, yellow, and auburn slowly drifting through the air.
Mike felt a grasp upon his hand, around his arm, pulling his attention away as he lifts his gaze towards someone beside him. But the strong bright light that is around them leaves his vision hazy, squinting eyes unable to make out the features of this person that held onto him so dearly.
He lifted a hand in the hopes to block out some of the light, barely catching a glimpse of the person's features. A girl, definitely.
And there was something so familiar he felt from her hold on him. He moved his own hand away from his face, and she appeared as an angel, so ethereal dressed in a white, flowy sundress. Her hands remained onto him, never detaching in the time that he continued to try to see her features closely despite the already close proximity.
He heard the softest, melodious jingle of laughter erupt from her, the sound echoing around him. His heart began to pick up speed, recognizing the sound almost immediately.
His hands went to grasp her own, almost as if she could slip away. Finally, he could see the warm smile that curved her pink lips, the rosiness of her cheeks, the golden flecks in her honey brown eyes.
"El," he breathed out tenderly.
She smiled at him, removing her hands as she reached up to caress his face. He felt her slowly pull him forward, inching closer to her face, the distance between them nearly entirely gone.
Mike woke with a start, eyes wide and palms sweaty as his gaze met the ceiling of the wooden cabin. There was darkness, the sun still not yet risen outside along the horizon. His mind was buzzing to life with only one clear thought.
He dreamt of her.
That was weird. He had never dreamt of El so clearly like that. Admittedly, there had been times in the past where he had woken up, confused if she had been in his dreams or not. It had never been as clear as the one he had just woken from.
As he blew out a breath, his eyes drifted down to where she lay right next to him on the mattress. Her short brunette strands fell across her face, lifting with each breath she let out. Cautiously, he brought his hand up brush her hair away, tucking it beside her ear.
