The Descent

Those eyes. They were the exact same shade of hazel she had grown so used to the past few weeks, she'd spent night after night gazing directly into them. She had been casually talking to Caleb about the sound quality of the speakers overhead when she felt a pair of eyes focused on her. When she turned to see who it was, she felt a jolt. The boy who was looking at her was an exact replica of the boy in her dreams. Everything from his black hair, to the defined muscles going down his arms, to that ever-familiar crooked grin was... him. Dream-boy. She couldn't keep the startled look off her face. She knew she should stop staring, but she just couldn't. For a moment he simply stared back. And then his face changed and from one second to the next, he was gone. The bizarre moment was over as quickly as it had happened.