Her heart pounds in her chest at the thought of him. Him, him, him, him, only him. And the eyes and hair and mouth – it all makes her wake up in the middle of the night, sheets tangled around her legs, night clothes soaked from how vivid the dreams were, are.
It's been years since she's last seen him. Years, but she still remembers the scent of him, the feel of him, the taste of him.
The most she remembers when she wakes up in the mornings, nights, anytime, really, are flashes. Quick, vibrant, scary flashes of something close (but not really) to memories.
Again, it's his hair (feral), eyes (infinite), mouth (sweet, oh so sweet), and that skin. That olive skin a half dozen shades darker than her own. All of it completely and absolutely terrifies her, so much that she's taken to drinking a glass of wine before bed, to stop the dreams – or at least, make her forget them when they're over.
She tricks herself into believing it's working. She goes about her day pretending, not thinking of him, not imagining them, like they used to be, and more - so much more.
She still won't admit it, (not even to herself) but she knows, really knows how she truly feels, no masks, no facades. Under the exterior, there's a different person – a girl in hiding. And it's the same girl that left when he did.
That girl wants to come out. It's that girl that causes the dreams, that girl that lets her imagination get the best of her, before the fake girl stops it.
To be completely honest, both girls are afraid that one day, all of it will be gone. For good. The memories, the dreams, the hope. The hope of a future, the idea that hey, maybe they really weren't just crazy kids. That they were (are) just…them.
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