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"For the sake of my sanity, let me tell you about my dreams. Let me tell you about my everything."

Abby dreams each time she falls asleep. In order not to get overwhelmed, she writes on her journal notebook about her dreams.

She believes that dreams are not true . . . that these are only meant in the deepest part of one's mind. However, an unknown someone appears in one of her dreams. That appearance does not end there. More appearances of the same guy follow.

Abby thinks that what is happening in her dreams is weird. She knows that there is something strange going on. Is her mind damaged or is there someone behind this?

A Weird Way To Meet

First thing that I did in the moment I woke up – I messed up everything in my room just to find that flute. Unfortunately, I found nothing.


My dream brought me in our home's balcony. I was sitting on a white-painted wooden chair.


Excitement filled me when I saw my long metal flute in my hands. Heart was beating fast. I could feel it. I was nervous and at the same time, excited. It had been a long time since the last I played it.


I was not really interested in playing this kind of instrument but, someone almost annoyed me to death just to push me. And I found out that it was not boring at all.


I was about to blow the flute when two hands held the sides of my face from behind.


"Do not look if you want me to play you a song," the guy warned me. His voice was familiar. I just forgot who he was.


He fell silent but then, he repeated, "Just l-listen." His voice felt like he was pleading. I just followed what he wanted me to do.


He took the flute and began to play. The music was too soothing that made me closed my eyes.


"Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes


When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes


It is the only thing makes us feel alive"


Upon hearing the first part, I already knew that it was Photograph by Ed Sheeran. How could I forget this? It was the first song that I learned to play with flute.


You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home"


That annoying guy who pushed me to play and also the one who taught me, this song was his favorite.


"Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul


And it's the only thing that I know, know


Hmm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die


Now, that I thought of it, I tried to recall how he looked but I could not. His face was blurry in my mind.


Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen


Next to your heartbeat where I should be


Well, that's okay, baby, only words bleed


When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me


Under the lamppost back on Sixth street


Until the song had ended, I could not still remember. However, I had a feeling that he was the guy behind me.


Even though he warned me not to look at him, my frustration caused me to disobey. I expected that my curiosity would be satisfied but for my disappointment, he disappeared.


Dream 7: Flute