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Similes
"She's as pretty as a rose."
"Ah, very good, James. You would be correct. That's a simile…"
He trailed off as the bell rang, students filtered out, and he was left in his mind.
Rose. It was so familiar, yet-
Yet so very far away.
Worlds away, he thought absently. Hm. It fit somehow.
That night brought his first dream of her.
Her crying, laughing, rambling on and on about someplace he didn't think existed. Her smiling. It was a teasing smile, his new favorite, her tongue between her teeth.
Her calling. Calling, calling out to him despite the distance. The distance and the stars between them.
Distance? She seemed directly in front of him, but he knew.
He knew the distance was much too far for either of them.
But how could he know?
Hogwash. She wasn't real and he couldn't possibly know this…
Could he?
Was it possible?
She felt so real.
Joan walked in the next morning. "Hello, John. I was um, I was about to go down to the library to read and have some tea. I was wondering if perhaps you'd like to accompany me…"
He looked at her moment, Rose still on his mind. Which was crazy, considering she didn't exist.
She felt so real.
More real than this?
And the truth was, he didn't know.
yeah, sorry if it's too much like Love Looks With the Mind by michellewritesfics which, by the way, is totally awesome.