I had the dream again.
I've had the same dream now for over a month.
I'm walking through the forest, drawn to the river. I'm not allowed past the river. That was what caused my parents car crash. They were yelling at me because I went so close to the river, they were concentrating on me, my dad didn't see the turning until it was too late. I was the only survivor.
Anyway, I'm walking through the forest and I reach the river. I sit for a while, dipping my toes in the water.
I keep seeing flashes of silver through the trees, but I keep my curiosity at bay and content myself with the clear water running over my feet.
I keep hearing rustles along with the flashes of silver, finally, my curiosity got the better of me and I walk across the river. As soon as I step foot on the river bank, everything ceases.
The birds, sound of water flowing, the wind. Everything.
This is when I woke up.
I had a decision to make.
I had to see if this really was a dream, I skipped school and went to the woods. I relived every part of the dream, but this time, when everything stopped it didn't stop me. As I assume it was meant to. Instead, it just fuelled my curiosity.
I walked and walked. The trees getting closer and closer, the forest getting darker and darker.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled. I stopped walking.
I felt him before I saw him.
The Boy.
He was back.
I was right! I was meant to come here! It wasn't just a dream!
I turned around and locked eyes with him. His eyes. Such a piercing pale blue. A perfect contrast with his silver hair.
He looked about my age, 15. His hair not making him look aged, but making him appear more alive and alert. For once he didn't disappear straight away.
I let my eyes roam over him. Taking in everything I could before he left again.
I took everything in, and he let me.
After memorising every detail I can! I bring my eyes back up to meet his.
"Finally." He whispers.
Before taking a few steps closer to me.
I instinctively take a step back.
He withdraws slightly. Looking pained.
"I'm sorry.." He breathed. "I'll go, you're not ready"
I protested, but it was already too late.
He was gone.