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Lyth woke up to the sound of waves gently crashing against the rocks near his window. The sun had just begun creeping into his room, but that wasn't what woke him... it was the dreams.
Not ordinary dreams. Not just blurry images or scattered memories. They were entire lives unfolding in his mind-details he wasn't supposed to know, voices, laughter, moments... and for the tenth time, he saw her again.
It felt like a real memory, but it wasn't. He had never met her, didn't even know her name, yet he knew exactly what she looked like-her hazel eyes, her warm smile, the way she raised her left eyebrow when annoyed. He knew she loved dark coffee, was afraid of thunderstorms, and always had an earbud in, though she rarely played any music.
The strangest part? He knew that he had loved her.
He got out of bed, pressing his fingers to his temples, trying to make sense of these visions. For months now, he had been suffering from this bizarre condition-remembering events that hadn't happened yet. Living a future he wasn't even sure was real.
He reached for his black notebook, flipping through the pages until he found what he had written the night before.
"I saw her again. We were sitting in a café, I was telling her something funny, and she laughed until tears rolled down her cheeks. She was happy... and I was even happier. But she didn't notice that I had written down the details of this moment before it even happened."
He exhaled deeply, then added underneath:
"Today, I will search for her."
He had no idea how to do that. But he knew one thing-this girl was real, and she was out there, somewhere.
And he had to find her.