HEART

"Who are you in love with?"
"I don't think he exists."
- Donna Tartt, The Secret History

It's been two years since he first appeared-always in the same way.
Silent. Subtle. But piercing, like a blade.
Deep, like a bullet that chose to stay lodged inside the body.

He only comes in dreams, and I fell in love with him.
A stranger whose figure was once a blur, whose voice was barely a whisper-yet night after night, he feels too vivid to be called an illusion.
I don't know who he is. I don't know where this feeling comes from.
But each night, I fall for him again and again-as if dreams are the only place where I truly feel alive.

And when I wake, all that remains... is emptiness.

author's note: this is just a fiction, keep that in mind. enjoy reading.