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Chapter 5
The sun shone dimly through Raven's window, hitting her in the face. Raven turned on her back in her bed, breathing loudly because there was nothing else to do. She looked at her clock. 6:52 a.m. It was the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning and Raven Baxter was wide awake. She hadn't slept at all last night. She was too busy trying to analyze her vision. She kept wondering why Chelsea was leaning in, and she tried not to get her hopes up.
Because it looked like Chelsea was leaning in for a kiss.
But that was impossible. Chelsea wouldn't kiss Raven. She was straight, and she had a boyfriend. And she had no idea that Raven was in love with her.
"She's not going to kiss you. You're reading the whole vision wrong." Raven's own voice rang in her ears.
Still, she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of excitement. Raven closed her eyes and imagined what Chelsea's lips would feel like on hers. Soft and glossy. They probably tasted like strawberries. Chelsea's favorite gloss was called "Strawberry Field." Raven wouldn't mind the taste at all. She pictured herself running a hand through Chelsea's auburn locks and tracing her jawline with the tips of her fingers. Chelsea would grab at Raven's hips bringing their bodies closer together. Raven would wrap her arm around Chelsea's waist, drawing her in. They would fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. And then...
"Argh...snap out of it!" Raven nearly shouted. "Don't do this. Don't do this to yourself."
Tears burned in her eyes. Her heart ached...it yearned. It wanted, no needed, something it could never have.
That's the worst part of loving someone you know you'll never have. The pain is just too much.
Raven threw her covers off and slowly crawled out of bed. Just laying there and fantasizing wasn't going to anything but upset her. So, she decided to go out for a walk.
The air was crisp and damp. It was going to rain today. Raven stuck her hands into her dark blue hoodie as she walked around San Fransisco. As much as she tried, she just couldn't take her mind off of her vision. She wished, hoped, prayed that it happened quickly so she could have some freaking closure.
Without even realizing it, Raven entered the park. The dewy wet grass dampened the bottom of her jeans as she shuffled along, lazily kicking an empty paper cup out of the way. She looked around, the park seemed empty. Sitting down on a bench just underneath the opening in the trees, Raven looked at the sky. It already looked cloudy. The whole day was probably going to be miserable, just like Raven knew she would be until her vision came true.
Then, it could go either way.
Raven squinted as she looked up past the clouds, past the sky, searching for the solution. Searching for anything that would make it all better. It was up there somewhere, she was sure of it. She spent two hours there, just searching...but never coming up with an answer.