anxiouschip

"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

My dream brought me in a mall. I should be happy right now because I could try all the dresses inside but no, I was not.


I told my parents how he looked and asked if they knew him. Only silence was what I got from them. I also looked for pictures in the hidden albums from my cabinet but, I found none.


I must be convincing myself to stop thinking about his identity. I must be convinced that he was just a part of my inner consciousness' tricks on me. I must be believing it in that way but, I could not do it. That strange guy brought war inside me.


Unknowingly, my feet led me to the third floor of the building. I held the glass barrier with my both hands. As I looked down on the first floor and observed everyone's doings, my sight found its way to that someone who happened to be staring at me too.


I felt lost. I really wanted to unveil his identity.


Despite the distance, I was able to see his tears streaming down on his face. He was crying while his eyes were locked on me.


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