Occasionally you forget your dreams.
It may be a minute part of it, or perhaps the whole thing.
The reason we forget them have yet to be determined, as they are not all necessarily undesirable parts of your dream that you forget.
But imagine… if you forgot a dream that felt as if it were as long as a lifetime. A lifetime filled with nothing but sadness, misery, and suffering.
Now imagine if you were to remember all of this while you were innocent, with absolutely no harmful or impure intentions whatsoever. Would you be able to maintain who you are now? Or would you be lost to the turbulent, painful memories of your past life?
"Hey, Reeve, why are we going back so soon?" She asked, sounding mildly upset as he drove a mile faster than he normally did, the mediocre difference a definitive sign that something was bothering him.
Of course, no one knew about this little quirk but him.
"I thought I saw someone there that I don't want to be in contact with." He lied, knowing it would be too strange to tell her the truth. Yet it burned him to tell her anything dishonest.
"Were they sick or something?" She asked him, now sounding more curious than upset.
He shook his head.
"No, I just don't like being around them. I get a strange, unpleasant feeling when I am."
The girl looked forward once again, seeming interested, but didn't question him further.
Reeve was very grateful she decided to be quiet, as it gave him more time to think on what had happened.
Not once had Reeve had a hallucination. It didn't matter how tired he was or if he was worn out, neither being that common.
The most unsettling thing was that the feeling he'd had… about nothing affecting him in a negative way, or as a hindrance. For a brief moment he had been completely unsure of what was going on. And it hadn't been a pleasant feeling, like with this girl.
Thankfully, it was only temporary. And, no matter what, whether it be hallucinations or voices in his head, Reeve Roswell would never be helpless.
"If I fight a giant, I kill it with a pebble. If I come to a chasm, I climb down it, cross, and climb up the other side. That's the way things end. I never lose control." He thought with burning confidence.
It wasn't all that far to his house, and Reeve made it there in no time, pulling into his driveway not ten minutes after they'd left the park.
"So what are we going to do now Reeve?" She asked him, giving him a little smile.
"Well," He began, parking the car and pulling the keys out of the ignition.
", right now I'm just going to go up to my room and think. After that I'll see what we can do about having more fun."
"I can come with you up to your room, right?"
He looked at her, noticing behind her seemingly happy eyes there was a twinge of both worry and desperation.
"Of course. I'd never turn you away."
The twinges evaporated and the smile got bigger.
"Thank you Reeve."
Despite his contemplations, he felt himself smile in response.
"Anything for you."
Her smile changed, becoming deeper and filled with more meaning.
For a second his smile got bigger too, then at the same time they both looked away and got out of the car.
They walked up the small path of stones to the door, this time the girl not stopping to examine the flowers, and entered the house.
Almost immediately Reeve felt as if he were being dragged upstairs by his own thoughts as he pondered how what had happened could have happened.
He heard the girl running up the stairs after him as fast as she could, but tripped on her dress and fell, face-first-into the stairs.
"Ow." She said, snapping him out of his thought-filled rampage up the stairs and allowing him to run back down them, his traction fine the whole way, and help her up.
"I'm sorry, are you okay? " He asked her, being met with a bloody smile.
"Oh I'm fine. Thanks for asking."
He kept his mind calm even though his heart was beating at a mad pace.
"Something in your mouth is bleeding." He informed her, trying to look into it.
"I just bit my tongue. It's okay." The girl spoke, sounding genuine.
"But there's nothing wrong with your speech, usually whenever someone bites their tongue their words sound different for a while."
The girl shrugged and stood up, the two walking up the stairs with the girl acting like nothing had ever happened.
This time neither of them moved at a fast pace, and both of them walked to his bedroom normally.
When they reached the bedroom they entered it and the girl immediately headed for the bathroom as he closed the door behind them.
"Were you going to take another bath?" He asked her, knowing by "normal person" standards that it was a rude question to ask.
"You said you wanted to think, right? I think I'll give you some time to think alone." She told him as she reached the bathroom door, surprising him that she knew what his preferred "atmosphere for thinking" was, despite the fact she seemed to lack sensitivity.
"But I think I'll take a bath too. I want to try that bubble-bath stuff I got at the 'mall'."
His brow furrowed.
"When did you get that?"
She giggled and pranced through the doorway.
"I'm ultra-sneaky when I try. I could get you out of your shoes and you'd never expect a thing."
He chuckled a bit as he approached the bed.
"I see. Well, I'll be sure to watch out for that. Have a nice bath."
She gave him a big smile before saying "thanks" and closing the door behind her.
Reeve looked at the bed, thinking about sitting down on it, but ultimately decided against it, deciding instead to go over to his computer again and listen to the rest of that song.
Something told him his thoughts would clear up if he listened to that.
He made his way over to the computer, hearing the girl start the water in the tub as he did so.
A simple flick of the mouse and the screen came back to life, still hovering over the "play" button.
Once again he clicked the mouse, and the song began once more, the sad tune opening it up for him.
Reeve sat in the computer chair and closed his eyes, listening to the music as he tried to clear his mind of any and all stress,
The instruments were all beautiful and well-played, but when their part ended and he heard a silence, that could very well have been described as the end of his "normal life".
A lone voice sounded out, sounding more beautiful than all of the instruments combined.
Her voice, it was a female, slowly began singing in what sounded like Latin, though he had to admit it was hard to pay attention to the words themselves due to his being lost in her voice.
Though the voice was definitely a beautiful one, he couldn't explain why he was mesmerized by it, and without the person's actual presence no less.
It was as if the girl had manifested herself into audible form; the beauty, the sadness, the loneliness… it was all there.
As the girl's singing ceased for a moment, he found himself torn from his own mind and dragged into the song, waiting in eager anticipation for her voice to sound out once again.
However, when it obliged it was accompanied by an angry volley from the instruments and sounded more distressed, yet angry at the same time.
The girl's voice resounded throughout his mind and even more so, his soul. And though it sounded intense and angry on the surface, beneath it he could hear her sadness blazing even hotter than before.
The music, and more importantly her beautiful, pure sound flew up and down, like an ocean shaken by a world-wide earthquake that sent tsunamis cascading into each other and crashing as a verse ended, only to shake the world once more with the next one.
Time and time again he felt as if there were butterflies in his stomach and Reeve's heart pounded against his chest as she neared the end of what was hers and only her song; the instruments long forgotten.
Her voice rose and fell, the oceans becoming one massive wave that kept fluctuating and growing larger and larger until finally she reached the end, and reached a pitch everyday people could only dream of reaching, smashing the massive wave down and enveloping the world. Consequently washing him out of it and back into the real world.
It was as if he'd lost track of time, and, like when you go to sleep, the transition from being conscious and unconscious was seamless.
Then, he heard the voice begin to sing again. Only it wasn't coming from the computer. It was coming from the bathroom.