Sometimes he visits in her dreams. Sitting at their favourite caffee in town, watching the people walking on the street. He always liked being around peoople, sitting in crowded rooms or walking down the main streets of Merano. And all eyes were on him. He never seemed to notice the people staring when he walked by, how he had everyones attention when he told a story.
It was really easy to fall for him, and obviously Ash was no exception. She fell head over heels for the boy with the warm laugh and the tan skin.She fell in love with the way he moved and talked. She fell in love with the way he snored and his perfect pancakes in the morning.
She knew it wouldn't end good.It never does with her. But she liked pretending. And with him it was just so easy. He was like this ball of sunshine, and she couldn't help but stay in this little bubble with him, pretending everything was okay. Pretending everything would work out.
When he visits Ash in her dreams, it feels like she never left. Like he was right next to her, talking about the movie he saw last night or analyzing the people that crossed them, making up stories about their destination.
In her dreams he would hold her tight, dancing in an empty parking lot. Sitting at his moms dinner table, playing silly boardgames while listening to stories about his childhood. Falling asleep next to eachother on his white, ridiccously expensive couch while rewatching Friends.
But then she wakes up, gasping for air. Realizing that he isn't there anymore. And that it's her fault. She knows that she should stop thinking about him, should thinking about the future they could've had together. But she can't control her dreams. And maybe in his wildest dreams he thinks about her too.
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