Countless Times

Countless Times

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I shouldn't tell her, but I can’t help it. I should wait, but I want to know. Eve’s starting to have a total meltdown when she start having those dreams. Dreams she thought significant to her past. Each dream telling her to “Be beware; Beware of those words.” Each morning she ask “What words?”. Puzzled by those dreams she met Christopher. From the start Christopher helps Eve to find out her dreams, but as they unravel, Eve discovers something. Something about Christopher. Eve wants to find out more, but what keeping her from knowing is those dreams she’s having. Instead of knowing every detail of it, now is a puzzle piece she can’t put it together. And that puzzle piece is related to Christopher. Is it because its related to Christopher that she can’t put it together? Or is there something else…some kind of magic that keeps her not to know?
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