Reality
Emmett
The dreams are always the same. Same long red- gold hair with the slight curls, same long legs and smooth pale skin, same golden eyes, staring at me, all night. She never spoke, but I knew her voice was as beautiful as the rest of her.
And sometimes the dreams didn't end when I was awake. Sometimes I could swear I caught sight of her out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned my head, she was gone.
So when she walked into my history class five minutes late, I didn't think much of it. I savored the sight until my eyes burned, and then I sadly blinked, knowing she would be gone when I looked again.
I blinked, and there she was.