Tan skin, slender body. That's all she can recall from her dreams. She has a boy painted in her mind, from his neck to his feet, but he's always faceless. She can't remember what his face looks, no matter how hard she strains her mind.
One dream has them sitting in a meadow, holding hands and looking over the calming, smooth expanse of grass. The next is steamy, has Lily gasping and writhing in her sleep, and she wakes up, the sheets tangled around her and her roommates hanging over her.
She writes down these dreams, even the passionate ones, and she tries to describe his characteristics.
She can never remember his face.
James is frustrated.
His soulmate is faceless. She has a beautiful voice that sounds awfully familiar, a curvy body, and freckled skin, but that's only the tidbits of her he can recall.
The first dream he ever has of her is when he's thirteen and foolish and infatuated with pissing off Lily Evans. It's a very simple, almost boring dream. They're sitting in a meadow and holding hands, a summer breeze making their hair rustle. Her hair is a gorgeous color, but it's a color he can't remember.
His next dream is much more wild and James wakes up, sweaty and a pleasurable feeling racing through his body.
He doesn't dream of her again for another few months.
Then the third dream is ineffable. They're standing on the edge of a cliff and he's cupping her face in his hands.
"I love you," he tells her. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Tears are flowing freely down her face and oh god she's so beautiful.
And then he steps back and his foot meets air and he falls, falls down into the abyss. He tries to scream, but he can't open his mouth.
He wakes up with tear stains on his cheeks.
She watches him step off a cliff and his face is blank, but his eyes are screaming.
"No!" she shrieks and rushes to the edge, and his broken body is lying on the rocks.
She screams, the wind carrying it everywhere but to her soulmate.
And then, she steps forward and takes a plummet into nothingness.
They're both almost afraid to dream of each other again, but it happens anyway.
But this time, it's more peaceful.
They're on a moonlit walk along the beach, holding hands, watching the tide come in, it splashing on their legs.
And then, they halt. He turns to her, his face half-shadowed.
"I love you," he says fervently.
She's said it once, and she's more than willing to say it again. "I love you too," she replies.
And then, his arms are enveloping her and pulling her in, and his lips claim hers in a light yet heavy kiss that makes her head spin.
"Tell me your name," he murmurs, pulling away and resting his forehead against hers. "Tell me you name, and I'll find you."
She thinks of this moonlit walk, him falling off the precipice, holding his hand in a meadow, and she believes.
"Lily," she whispers. "Lily Evans."
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Romance Awareness - You dream about your soulmate every night, but when you wake up you can never remember their face.
