. Like I'm Gonna Lose You .


"I found myself dreaming,

In silver and gold,

Like a scene from a movie,

That every broken heart knows.

We were walking on moonlight,

And you pulled me close,

Split second and you disappeared,

And then I was all alone."

~ "Like I'm Gonna Lose You" by Meghan Trainor


She placed each foot on the stones beside the water with care, not daring to misplace a single step. One misstep and she'd end up in the water, where she most certainly did not want to be. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing there. There, of course, being the old Magnolia, which she'd seen in images within Levy's museum and the internet and wherever else it was able to be viewed. But it was beautiful, and, to be honest, she loved it more than the modern day Magnolia, with its gorgeous stone buildings, fresh air, and clear view of the stars above.

A shout of her name - or, at least, she thought it was her name - filled the air and she whirled around, stepping off of the stones and onto the familiar cobbled street with a laugh. There was a near shriek of delight and then she was caught up in someone's arms. They'd flown at her, beyond excited to see her, and she found herself wrapping her arms around them in return as they hugged her tightly, lifting her a little off the ground. Hot breath touched her neck as warmth surrounded her. Fingers dug into her where they gripped, but not painfully. It was as if they were seeking reassurance that she was there, and she gladly hugged them back, just as tightly. She buried her face in their throat, breathing in the scent of smoke, something she'd always loved, and for the first time in a very long time, she felt-

Lucy snapped awake, shooting upright in her bed. Her hands shook as she lifted her hands to her face, which had become streaked with tears. Her heart throbbed with agony and a sob choked its way out of her throat as moonlight danced through the open windows. The curtains whisked around in a breeze, but she didn't pay them the slightest attention as she focused on the dream she had not wanted to end.

She swallowed thickly, drawing her knees to her chest and bending her head so that it rested on them. Her blonde hair fell freely around her naked body, tickling her flesh. She shivered. It was nowhere near as comforting as the touch of the person who had hugged her had been. She took a shaken breath, the sound ragged, feeling and seeing and smelling everything so clearly.

Before she knew it, a loud sob had escaped her. She buried her face in her fingers, not entirely understanding her response to this dream. She'd never reacted like this to anything her brain had come up with. Then again, she doubted she'd ever had such a dream.

Lucy had no idea who the man had been, for she knew he'd been male. While she'd been craving a relationship for quite some time now, she was sure the single life she'd been living wouldn't lead to the kind of response she found herself having.

No, it was the depth of the love she'd felt for the other person that dragged her down into despair. The sheer love that had fit so well with the complete trust that this person cared for her just as much as she cared for him, that he loved her fiercely and would be there no matter what happened between them. She'd felt it; that man had held the other half of her soul.

Lucy wanted nothing more than to dream that dream again. She wanted to find that man she'd dreamed of again and feel the safety he offered, feel the love that had flowed through her veins. She wanted to go back to that warmth that had swirled through her. She wanted to bury her face in their shoulder and smell the smoke that came with him. She wanted to know that she had the person who understood her more than even her childhood friend did.

The idea of being stuck in this reality...this loneliness, in which the man didn't exist…

Lucy didn't sleep until nearly dawn, instead spending the remainder of the night weeping for the loss she felt but didn't understand.


Rewritten as of April 14th, 2018!


Still a favorite chapter of mine.