Authors Note:

I am a new writer here and I am not even an American, so please forgive me if there would be some grammatical errors here in my story.

Actually this fic has been bugging in my mind for several months now. So I came to write it here. for me it was actually a good story. I mean to write it as a one shot fic, But it got longer than expected and Im still editting some parts of it.

Hope everyone enjoy.

R&R

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In my Dreams
Chapter 1

It started off when I was five. I always saw her, in my dreams that is. She have the sweetest smile. No one can ever compare to that smile. But she also have the most heart breaking cry.

She is always in my dreams. Not missing a day since I was that little boy of five. She was like a teenager back then. Like a 14 year old or something. It is almost like a meeting. A date perhaps. I enjoy seeing her, I play with her, talk to her. But as soon as I wake up all things we talk about were vanished in my memories. Its like a mute movie every time I try to remember what have we talk about or what we have laugh about.

She makes me look forward into sleeping at night everyday. I try to nap at noon just to see her. But she never show. It was always a blank uneventful sleep when I nap. She was only there at night. She was always there standing at the boardwalk by the lake. The moon on her skin making her look so angelic. She was always wearing a white strapless gown. Her hair was tied up in an unusual bun on either side of her head and two streams of golden hair flowed after the bun. It was so long. It will probably floor length if the wind is not playing with it. Given it was odd looking hairstyle, but she looks good at it. Gorgeous even.

The first time I saw her in my dreams, I initially thought she was a ghost. Hunting me like a nightmare. But a ghost could never be as beautiful as her. She always have her back on me as I walk up to her and she would turn to face me. Smiling at me like she has been waiting for me.

When she smile, her eyes smiles as well. Her 2 huge blue eyes shines like a blue crystal. Every time I see her i cant seem to pull my eyes away from her. She is so beautiful.

I love, yes love looking at her. I already memorize every detail of her face. From her long lashes. Cute eyebrows, Little but pointed nose and small pink lips. Her ears and small too and a little pinkish at the edges when you look at her closely.

When I turned sixteen, I attend a private art class. All for the sole purpose of painting her. I stayed in the art class until finally able to paint her face perfectly. Seeing her in the portrait make her more real to me. Like she was alive. When Andrew, my best friend first saw the portrait, he commented that he felt odd, not in a bad way but odd as if her portrait was greeting him "its nice to see you".

Only Andrew knows about the dream I have about her. At first he was very supportive about finding who the girl in my dream was. But 11years after I first saw her and 6 years ago when I finally tell him about her, he started to comment that I should get a life. Have a real girl whom I can touch. Who can go out with me on a date and a girl who really "lives". After that conversation with Andrew at my apartment, I could swear that her portrait looks sad.

That night, when I saw her in my dreams, she is all smile as always. Maybe its just my own conscience that get sad at Andrew's words. That's also the night i realize that I was taller than her now. About an inch or two. She is not looking down on me anymore, instead she was looking 'up' on me. I no longer hold onto her hand like a child to his mother, I now hold her hand possessively like a boyfriend will hold hands to with his girlfriend. At that moment I really wish I could somehow recall our conversations. I wanted to know how we ended up like this. Like lovers.

At eighteen, I could definitely say that I'm in love with my 'dream girl'. I refuse to date anyone. Crazy as it is, but I can't live without her. She was all I think about. Meeting her at night was like a life line. I turned down any party that would exceed to 9pm. I refuse to stay out late coz I cant bare the thought of not seeing her.

With that I started to lose friends. After a while they started not to care anymore. They stop asking me to join them. But luckily Andrew stay friends with me. Although he genuinely cares, he does not approve of what he calls 'my obsession' with my 'dream girl'. I don't usually care whatever Andrew tells me about her. But when he say;

"You are crazy man. I don't say its wrong to be loyal, but you are loyal to a girl who's not even alive"

I can't believe I'm hearing that. I am getting angrier to Andrew. The one I thought of as my brother from day one.

"look Darien. I believe you and all about this whole dream thing. I even help you find if she is alive somewhere in this earth" he's right about that "But this man.." he comb his blond hair with his finger pulling it a little. He look so frustrated and disappointed in me now and I finally look up at him. "This is crazy." Now he sound defeated.

I don't know exactly what part of Andrew's speech affect me but I cry. Yes I cry in front of him. I don't know what took over me to be very emotional at that moment. Maybe because he is right that she may not be alive at all or that I should get a life. But I am not very sure. And the only comfort I can find at that time was to look at her portrait who hung in my living room innocently. My sight are blurred as I look at her. I don't know why I'm so immobilize to even wipe my tears. Then I hear Andrew talking again.

"You should date a girl Darien. A real girl." He sigh.

"You cant tell me what to do Drew" my voice was blank as I wipe my tears.

"I'm not telling you what to do. I'm telling you of what YOU should be doing!" he yelled " look at her" then point an accusing finger at my 'dream girl' "Is she even here? Can she see you so miserable"

"I'm not miserable Drew" still at my blank voice "I'm doing just fine" turning my gaze back to my dream girl. Do I just see her frown?

"She made you that way Dar!" Still yelling "You seem like you are bewitched!"

I said nothing. I guess because he is right.

"That's it" I heard him say. And when I look at him. He was aiming for the portrait with hatred. I acted on my impulse and sprint as fast to his side.

"No!"

He was nearer to the portrait, so he was already lifting it up the wall before I was able to take hold of him. But before he can take it off completely, he put it back just as fast as he grab it. I stop 3 feet away from him. He was looking at her. He went totally still.

"Drew" I called him.

"She is crying" He breath.

To be continued...