Chapter 1

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I almost kissed him.
214 times it seemed.
But everytime I came even as close as an inch.
My brain seemed to tell myself in the dream to blink.
And then he was gone.

I had never seen him before. He was tall, beautiful. People that look like that don't exist in my bubble of the world.

He always told me he needed me.
I needed him too.
But I don't know if he's real.
Or if he's just something my mind made up.

I started to sketch him.
I had too clear of a memory of him to forget.
So I put him on paper.

I finished him.
He looked so beautiful even on paper in smudged pencil.

It was a small town, so I went around to see if anyone had seen him before.

The first place I stumbled upon was a small food mart.

I stopped everyone I could find.

And then the very last person I found knew exactly who he was.

The emotion was clear in his voice.

"Um y-yeah. That's that's Luke his name is Luke." he said, voice cracking.

"Does he live here?" I asked. I really don't know what I would do if he did live here. "Oh by the way I dream about you." Yeah no I wouldn't know how to confront him.

"He died. In April." he said.

It was September.

He died? I'm dreaming about a freaking dead person? How messed up does that sound?

My heart sunk.

"W-Why what happened to him?" I asked.

"Some say he killed himself. Some say he was killed. No one really knows." He explained.

Confused, I responded with an 'ok thanks' and immediately ran out.

I walked in my front door and ran up to my bedroom.

I had to find out about him he can't be dead I need to know him I need him to be alive so he can need me.

I opened my bedroom door.
And Luke was sitting on my bed.

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