Loving can hurt

CHAPTER 7

I am sitting at the bank of a lake, reading one of my favorite books. I check the time on my watch and its midnight. What am I doing here in the midnight? I look up and the pitch black sky has a bright moon but with no stars around. It happens very rarely for a sky to have a full moon with no stars, not even a single one. It maybe because the moon is a lot brighter than any other day,lessening the inky blackness of the night, so much bright that its light is enough to dull the stars that speckled and glittered in the heavens above. I look at the water of the lake but there is no reflection of the moon in the lake-water. How is it even possible?

"You're looking in the wrong place, Ella." someone said.

I recognize the voice and turn my head to the right, to look at him. My eyes meet those chaotic green eyes and once again I get lost in them. He is sitting beside me. He turns his green eyes towards the water.

"Not everything you see is real." He said, his eyes gazing the lake.

I look at his face; he looks extremely handsome. The moon light poured through the sky, is illuminating his perfect sharp features. The moon light is spilled from the hands of the night sky onto his chest and shoulders making his body glow, making the scenery even more breathtaking for me. Why is he here anyway? A wind blew and he shivers. He covers his front with his arms. Why is he shirtless? I look down at myself, Wait! I am the one wearing his shirt.

My eyes shoot open and I realize that I am in my bed alone; Olivia's bed is still empty. She has not returned yet. It was a dream. Thank god it was just a dream, but a really strange one. Why the hell I saw him in my dream? Why was I wearing his shirt? This maybe, because I have not returned his shirt, yet. It was the same shirt he gave me this morning. I will return it to him tomorrow. As much as I don't want to see him again, I still have to return it soon. I need to stay away from him. Once I return his shirt, I will never talk to him. I mentally make a resolution.

It's been an hour since I woke up from the dream and I am still unable to sleep. I am thinking about him and the dream. I know, tomorrow my eyes will get dark circles due to the lack of sleep but I can't help myself but to think about him and what he said.

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