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Infinite Dream

Where Rye dreams about a certain blond haired boy
⚠️ Mention of self harm⚠️

(Rye's POV)
I looked up seeing the same blond boy sat on a bench at the same park at late hours of the night. The blond boy turned around and looked at me with a tear stained face. He taps the space next to him and tells me to sit down in an angelic voice that I just really love. I think the boy is beautiful too with his smooth looking blond hair and ocean blue eyes. So I moved one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps and now I am in front of the boy, but when I try to take a sixth step I woke up.
"Five steps I got to five." I said happily looking at my clock seeing that it was 7:10 and not 7 o'clock which is the usual time I wake up. The reason why I count the steps in my dream is because every few weeks I'd take another step or two. I have been having the same dream for two months now. In the first week I started having this dream, it was the same, I'd see the blond boy turn around then he would offer me a seat, but when I tried to take a step I'd wake up. I just want to ask the blond what is wrong and why he is crying, I want to help him. I can't deny that the boy is beautiful, I just want to know who this beautiful boy is and why I am dreaming about him. Maybe God wants me to help him. To save him.

Anyway, I'm awake now might as well get up. I got dressed did all my morning routine and went to work. I am a therapist who deals with children and teenagers with all forms of depression and anxiety. I go into my work building and then into my office.
An hour or two later I am with one of my clients, a 10 year old boy his parents died in a car crash and he is currently living with his grandparents, but he thinks it's all his fault. He is struggling to cope and he cuts himself too.
"How are you today Toby?" I asked as the black haired very skinny boy sat down on the chair opposite him.
"12 o'clock you need to go to the park." He answered in a lower voice than his own, why is he telling me that I need to go to the park? And why is he putting on a deeper voice?
"What?" I asked confused with his answer.
"I said I was fine." The boy said back in his usual voice as he frowned at me, then looked down and around the room. Suddenly his head was turned sharply forward to face me.
"I said, you need to go to the park at 12 o'clock, tick tock." The boy said again in the lower tone without blinking. I just stared at the boy, I really don't understand it's kind of creapy. Is this boy just playing with me?
"Are you playing with me?" I asked wanting to know why he is saying this. The boy just looked confused, but then his brown eyes went wide again.
"No I'm not playing you, I'm speaking through him." The lower tone said. I am very creeped out now, but I just decided to carry on with the session.
"Right Toby I'm going to get a piece of paper for you." I said, as one of the things I do is give a piece of paper to the client so they can show me what they want to do to themselves, by scrunching it up or ripping it, whatever they want. It helps me know how they feel, as most wont talk about it. I got up and looked in the chest of draws next to Toby. I was looking through all the draws. I walked behind Toby to the other set of draws to find the paper that was right next to him, but as I did Toby's eyes went wide again.
"Hi." The low tone said as I was close to the boy, I jumped back immediately out of fright.
"Don't do that." I said scared. Walking around the boy, his wide eyes following me.
"Do what." It answered with a smile as it cocked its head to the side.
"That, its creepy, who are you anyways?" I asked wanting to get answers for what is happening.
"I am the messenger of love." It said umm ok messenger of love. That sounds stupid.
"You dont seem like cupid or a lovey dovey person? and I don't need love anyway I'm fine." I said and I was, I am focusing on my job at the moment not finding a boyfriend, I'm gay by the way if you couldn't tell.
"Well." It said as it moved and sat forward in its seat like it was about to tell me a secret.
"The blond boy says otherwise." It said and the boys eyes went back to normal.

Blond boy, could he mean the boy in my dreams? Pff no. I carried on with the session and the "messenger of love" didn't speak again thank goodness. After the session was over it was 11:30. And I was hungry so I went out of my office and headed for the door.
"Mr Beaumont." The secretary at the desk called me.
"Yes." I asked turning around. I saw her eyes grow wide, oh no.
"Half an hour left." The lower tone is back. I just ignored it and walked out of the door. I walked down the street which were filled with colourful market stalls. As I walked past the people each one of them would turn around with big eyes and say "tick tock" in that lower tone.
I am so freaked out right now. I passed all the people and decided to get a warm sausage roll as I was starving and didn't have breakfast. Once I paid, I walked out. I started walking, eating my food and texting my mum who was asking me about how my day was. No one knows about my dreams because they either wouldn't believe me, or think I am crazy. So liar or psychopath. Which one would you choice? I pick neither thank you. I looked up from my phone and suddenly found myself walking in a part of the neighbourhood I've never been in. It was also getting dark which was a little odd as it was lunch time when I left my work.
I looked around as I walked down the street there were a lot of shops I've never even seen before. Like an antics shop with lots of little trinkets and China inside, an RSPCA charity shop, a shoe making shop and a sweets shop filled with all kinds of colourful sweets and chocolate. The only thing that struck me as weird and creapy was the fact that I was the only one here, there was no person in sight. When I looked in the windows of the shops they were all dark and no one was in them. No one was walking down the street either, it was dead silent. I felt like I was walking over a deserted model village. Like a ghost town. It looked like the evening now, all pitch black as I walked along with my phone light. But all of a sudden the street lights came on all at once. Well at least they work and I'm not going around in the dark. I dont even know which way I came now I have been weaving in and out of streets looking at the shops. And then I came to the end of the street and I froze, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. As you can see I'm terrified. I ended up in the one place I didnt think I'd be, the one place I thought wasn't real, the one place I thought was a dream.
In front of me, over the road was the same. dark. park.
Is that boy here? Has that messenger of love whatever it was brought me here?
I should turn back.

But wait if I remember correctly, which I should as I have had that dream about a thousand times by now. The boy was crying, he might need my help. That was the only reason why I walked forward. Looking pointlessly left and right before crossing the road and entering the park that was the centre of the street, so it looked like a roundabout. And just my luck there sitting on the same park bench with little sobs coming out of his mouth and his small figure shaking, was the blond boy. I rubbed my eyes, to see if I am dreaming. But no this is real, this blond boy is really here and he is really crying. Suddenly he looked up and he looked just as shocked as I must look. He too rubbed his eyes, then he looked puzzled before tapping the bench beside him. I started to walk forward praying that I wont wake up, but alas I did not and I sat next to the boy. I now noticed that the boy was holding a letter in his hand, why hadn't I noticed that before in any of the dreams? Maybe I wasn't close enough?
"Please tell me your real?" The boy spoke softly with an angelic voice as he looked down, and I realised. He wanted to know if I was real, meaning he's seen me before as well, maybe in a dream? But through all my dreams and everything, all the time I have seen this boy I hadn't just wanted to see why he is crying and help him. No it sounds stupid but I have actually fallen in love with him, longing to see him, to know what's wrong.
"Yes I am really here." I said holding one of his hands that was holding the note. He sighed and held my hand tighter. His hand is so small compared to mine, it's so cute, but it's really cold. How long has he been out here for?
"Please please tell me what's wrong, that is all I have ever wanted to know, you can trust me." I told him while I stroked a thumb over his knuckles.
"Um so my mum just died and my dad says it's my fault. I found this letter on my bed from my mum saying he wants to kill me and to get out so I have." He said and suddenly a suitcase came into view beside the boy. Why is everything appearing after he says it?
"I have no where to go." The boy whispers. I put my hand on his shoulder and brought him closer into a hug. He hesitated at first but then melted into the hug as I did. I now realise why I am here. I can save him from his dad, save him from living on this cold bench in this park. He can live with me.
"Come back to my place I live alone, I will look after you I promise, it's going to be ok." I said rubbing his back.
"Really, oh thank you thank you." The boy spoke putting his arms around my neck. When we let go, I looked into his dreamy ocean eyes.
"What's your name beautiful?" I asked and he blushed. God he looks so cute when he blushes. I am so in love with him and I dont even know him yet.
"Andy." He said shyly smiling and I gifted him one of my smiles in return.
"I'm Rye." I said and I couldnt help but lean in, he was smiling more showing me his cute little dimples and oh I couldn't help myself. But he leaned aswell and our lips brushed together in a soft, sweet kiss that just felt like heaven it felt so right.
"Right let's get you to your new home." I said after we pulled away, and we got up. I asked to take his suitcase, but he refused and we started walking home. I still dont know which way home is, but me and Andy laughed and joked the whole way and we eventually found our way out of the dark. Andy is such a great and funny guy. I am going to make him happy for the rest of my life.

And that my lovely people was the start of a beautiful loving relationship, I'd say I did pretty well in getting them together. But well I am the messenger of love...

Hey guys so I didnt know how to end this one, but I'm glad I ended it with the messenger of love really telling the story this whole time instead of Rye. I hope you like it, dont forget to vote and comment if you want idk. Have a safe one. 🌼