Missing Pieces of Me

12 Wish Granted

Alex

I was alone in the darkness, trying my best to create something when a flicker of light caught my attention. What followed it was an irritating noise; an ear-piercing sound. I focus again on the light. It was like a dot then turned dark again. Another flicker showed up but, this time, it was brighter. The lights multiplied and flickered continuously until it seemed to envelop me. With one final flash, everything went bright, too bright that I just closed my eyes, still hearing the deafening noise in the background until it stopped. Everything stopped and I feel like I'm sitting. I got my hopes up thinking I actually created something when a voice spoke.

"I wish the real you were here," I hear a voice talking.

It was Blanche. We were sitting on the edge of a cliff, the wind blowing on my face just gentle enough to be appreciated and not cause irritation, the sky which seems to be permanently stuck in a gradient of purple with hints of oranges and pink. The purple seems to have little stars twinkling already in it. The view is breathtaking.

"Look at the wonderful things I made, maybe you're the only thing missing here. I need someone to talk to that knows me in person; the only person who never left when everyone was moving on to newer friendships."

"Well, isn't that a little cheesy, coming from you?" I blurted out. She stopped talking and froze from where she was sitting. Wait. There is no possible way for her to know what I said unless I can somehow miraculously talk to her. She stood up and inspected me. She can see me.

"How can you reply?" She turned to me, eyeing me from head to toe. Uh-oh. That wasn't supposed to happen, was it? I try to stay frozen to the exact spot I was before I spoke.

"I didn't make you reply. I just made a duplicate of you. You're supposed to just stay silent there but you still moved and said something."

"Don't act dumb. I know you've said something. You aren't good at fooling me. Now, answer me: How did you manage to reply?" Blanche said, giving emphasis on each word of the last sentence, with her eyes fixed with mine.

"How would I know, I just got here," I replied. I can still speak to her. What is happening?

"How long?"

"Just that last part."

I saw her tension loosened up a little.

"What were you saying?"

"That's something that is only said between me and fake Alex," she said with a smirk.

"How did you- where did you- what is happening?"

"I don't know how I got here. All I know is I was talking to the figure-"

"Was that figure UP?" Blanche cut me off.

"Who's UP?"

"You know, the person I told you about when we were awake; the one who talked to me about this world," she said with eyes looking at me as if suspecting me about lying to her.

"I don't remember you telling me such thing but then again, I don't remember much when I'm awake," I answer truthfully. "All I know is that I know you and my conscious self have interacted quite often that I can somehow remember details about you."

"Anyway, this 'UP' left me all alone in the dark then a flash of light kinda swallowed me up and next thing I knew, you were talking to me," I said, to end my story.

Blanche was about to say something else when I blurted out, "Wait, I remember something else. We were all in your room and you two were having a conversation."

"What do you mean we were all in the same room? This is my first time seeing you here," she said, suspiciously.

"Yeah, I was there but you couldn't see me," I said awkwardly as I scratch my head.

"You were spying on my dream?"

"It wasn't spying because it wasn't even my intention. I don't even know how I got there in the first place," I said, trying to calm her down.

She just stopped talking, as if trying to process the whole scenario.

"Are you sure you're Alex? Not just my creation?"

"Yes. You'll know because I don't say the same damn thing every time," I say, putting emphasis on damn because I know she's used to censoring her language when she's speaking. That's the only way I can convince her.

"Okay, fine."

It was all she said and we were consumed by the silence, with nothing else to hear other than the waves splashing on the rocks near our feet. It's the first time that we really meet in this world. We're friends but why are we awkward here? Chances like these are highly improbable and I wouldn't want it to be wasted. I decide to break that silence, "So, are you still mad?"

"No, just shocked. It's just nice to see a familiar face."

"Why not create one, just like what you did with me or like what 'UP' does?"

"I don't know. Creating a person looks easy but I don't want to go to the trouble; having no one to talk to is better than having the same conversation over and over again."

"So, you won't make me leave?" I looked at her silently begging not to leave me.

"No, I wouldn't even know how," she said as she chuckled lightly.

It seems like it was her turn to ask a question and she said, "You seem pretty calm about knowing about the dream world. Well, to be fair, this isn't your first time is it?"

"Nope, been coming here for my previous life cycles, I'm sure UP has already told you about that."

"Really?"

"Yup. I've been asked to stay here for many years but I didn't want to stay because all I can do here is watch."

"So, you visit this place every time you die?"

"Well, I think not all the time but most of it, yeah."

"Why haven't you told me anything? You seemed to not believe me when I told you about UP when we were awake. Have you been lying to me," she asks, her mind seems so full of questions but I don't think I can answer any of them.

"Actually, I really don't remember anything here about how I am when I'm awake. Usually, I just know that I already died when I'm back here again. I have no recollection of anything in my life other than the fact that I've lived a lot of lives, based on the number of times I've been here, and that, in this life, I know you, and that affects me to the point where my soul has lost the only consistent thing it knows but maybe that's a good thing."

She stops for a moment to think. She looks ahead to the sky and basically on anything she can focus on. I notice that she isn't even focused on what she's looking at, the surroundings weren't as consistent as they were before, the small details like the twinkling of the stars stopped like she wasn't paying attention to them anymore.

I try calling her name to get her attention, "Blanche?"

She isn't responding, I tried shaking her but my hand just slipped past her. That's where I notice that I lost my solid form, I was beginning to fade. I look over to Blanche to check on her but she was already gone. She vanished. Maybe she woke up already, I hope. The place seems to dissolve into nothing, all that beauty that was made in a few minutes, vanished in thin air the moment she woke up and I'm back to where I started, in the darkness, without someone to accompany me, and waiting for the time I wake up.

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