Blue light washed out the world around me. Instantly I was back on that sidewalk, the one I'd prayed to never see again. Yet somehow it was different. It wasn't quite how I remembered it. A second later I knew why. It wasn't my eyes I was remembering it through.
It was his.
I blinked down at myself walking towards me and felt startled at the sight. My black hair curled down my shoulders softly and a rare glow lit up my small features. I stammered at the funny beat my heart took on.
I was dressed plainly that day too, black jeans, converse, and a long sleeved gray sweater. I didn't feel special or pretty in any way, it just wasn't one of those days when you left the house feeling better or different in any way.
Yet somehow, someway...I was beautiful.
I had never seen myself this way. It was as if my own gray eyes looked back at me with life. There was a light around me, something I'd rarely ever even felt let alone saw when I'd looked in the mirror.
I shuffled past people on the sidewalk and the closer I got the faster my heart sped up. I found myself yearning to make contact with myself, wanting to reach out and touch the creature I had become.
The one I'd never let myself see. The one I'd never knew existed.
I knew somewhere deep down that this was Dean's memory of the day he was pulled from his body. Yet my mind had a hard time separating itself from his thoughts. I hadn't known he'd seen me coming.
I'd never even considered it.
Still somehow as I inched my way closer through the crowd on the sidewalk each second his eyes never left my face.
Only five feet separated us now and my heavy palms itched to reach out for my own curls, to bury my face in them and inhale.
An instant later we touched, my left arm bumping her shoulder. I felt warm, soft. A spark of electricity surged in the air between us I hadn't quite felt from my point of view before.
It was more than electricity, it was excitement. He/I blinked down at myself and when my eyes met his I felt what he felt, saw what he saw.
And in his eyes, I was everything.
I was beauty and grace, my eyes held his and my lips parted on a sigh at the time I'd done in fear. Yet his eyes moved to them and felt something very different. He had wanted to kiss me.
A second later all was dark.