The Spark Theory

Dreaming About You

Oh, my life is changing everyday

In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams, its never quite as it seems

I know I've felt like this before, but now am feeling it even more
Because it came from you
And then I open up and see the person falling here is me
A different way to be.

I stood at the altar, in my white dress staring at my fiance through the veil. He smiled at me, softly. I smiled back, forcefully. Everything looked perfect but something about this scene was extremely wrong. The orchids were screaming it, the candles were shouting about it and the wind was roaring it. But I couldn't understand. The priest's face looked grave as if he was reading the Bible for a funeral instead of a wedding. 

Raphael's face grew morose. He stepped towards me and held my hands in his. He softly whispered," Bianca, you and I, we both know that we are not meant for each other. We are not supposed to be together. You're not my 'The One' and I am not yours. Therefore, I set you free. Go, find your true love and be with him forever. Get the happy ending to your story."

By the end of his speech, I was in tears. "Raphael, I-I I don't know," I sobbed, trying to force the words out. Raphael just smiled at me sadly and stepped aside. His warm hands left mine as he urged me to go.

I ran as fast as I could. I finally felt free. Bright sunshine welcomed me as I stepped outside the church. I saw Devon, walking down the road away from me. I screamed his name loudly, scaring the pigeons at a nearby fountain away. But Devon didn't seem to listen to me. I ran after him. I was about to reach him when I heard someone scream my name from behind. It was Devon. But before I could turn, I was hit by something forcefully. I felt my body shatter into pieces as I heard Devon and Raphael screaming my name in the background. I saw my dad smiling at me as my entire life flash before my eyes like a Hollywood movie playing in HD. I could here faint voices screaming my name. I wanted to respond but I felt numb. And then it came- the darkness.

"Shit!" I cursed loudly. "Another freaky dream! What the hell is wrong with me?" I shouted to no one. Luckily, Raphael was sleeping in a different room. Something about the bride and groom not sleeping together before marriage. Ha! As if they were chances of that happening. I didn't want to freak him out too. I gulped down a cool glass of water to calm down my system.

It's been a month since Devon the dumbass gave me the stu-fucking-pid ultimatum. It's also the one month anniversary of me getting freaky dreams. In each of these dreams, either of us gets killed or some or the other weird thing happens.

Two nights before, I dreamt of Raphael and Devon turning gay and marrying each other as I ended up as a surrogate mom for their kids. Fuck!

My dreams were getting weirder each fucking day. Fuck my life and Fuck Devon! You wish! My inner conscience sneered. Whatever

I wish I could talk about all of this to someone, but I couldn't. For the first time in my life, I felt extremely lonely. The feeling sucked.

Devon had kept true to his words. Our communication was limited and was confined to formal e-mails. There were times when I would almost pick up my cell to talk to him but would stop as I remembered the ultimatum.