Wildest Dreams.

Wildest Dreams.

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Even in the wildest dreams. A girl like mina, a brown teenage girl trying to live her life whilst shoving her chaotic {mind you utterly and undeniably crazy} family behind her as she enters the outside world. A girl like her could never be matched with a boy 2 years older then her, an arm sleeved of tattoos, the dark messy hair,outside of her culture, the 'bad boy' her parents would say. Neither mina herself would ever in her wildest dreams imagine pairing with such a man, her mother would faint on the spot, her father would bash his head against the wall and pray to god to rid of the demon which possessed his daughter. But that unexpected love conspires and it might be better then any dream she could ever sleep through.
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Some dreams are just fragments - light and sound, fleeting and strange. But others... They settle into your chest like old memories, soft and impossible to forget. This is a story about one of those dreams. About a girl whose quiet heart began to remember a life she had never lived - not here, anyway. And a boy whose presence crossed time, space, and reason. A boy who said nothing at first... Only smiled. Only stayed. Together, they built a world between sleep and waking - a place of benches under cherry blossoms, of whispered comfort, of guitar strings and warm hands. And every time she returned, the dream knew her name. But the lines between dreaming and remembering began to blur. One day, she would open a photo... And realize it wasn't just a dream after all. Because when love is real - real enough to survive distance, silence, and the pull of two different dimensions - it doesn't disappear. It waits. It remembers. It protects. And it whispers... "I'll always be here."

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