Echoes of Forgotten Love

Ming's dreams had become a nightly ritual. Each time, the same girl appeared, her face hidden by a fog that clouded his vision. Her presence was soft but undeniable, and each time he woke up, his heart felt like it was racing out of his chest, as if he were on the brink of remembering something crucial. Last night was different, though. She left him two clues.

The dream began as it always did, with her standing in a misty field, her hair blowing gently in the breeze. But this time, she stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his. He froze, feeling an overwhelming sense of familiarity. When she spoke, her voice was soft and warm, like a distant memory he couldn't quite place. "Two clues," she whispered, "find me through them."

Ming's brows furrowed in confusion. "Two clues?"

The girl nodded, her face still obscured, but there was a spark in her eyes. "The first is two letters. The beginning and the end of my name: H and A."

His mind raced. "H and A...," he muttered to himself, feeling as though it should mean something—something important.

The girl took another step closer, her presence comforting. "The second clue is a memory, the moment we first kissed."

Ming's heart skipped a beat. A kiss? He didn't remember a kiss with this mysterious girl, but the way she said it felt so real, as if the memory was buried deep within him. As he tried to focus on her face, she began to fade away, her figure dissolving into the mist.

Suddenly, Ming was jolted awake, his breathing shallow. His mind raced through the fragments of the dream. "H and A... a kiss... what does it all mean?" he whispered, rubbing his temples.

Morning light streamed through the window, casting long shadows across the room. As he lay in bed, the dream lingered in his thoughts. Xueyao entered the room with her usual cheerful demeanor, interrupting his contemplation. She smiled, approaching him slowly.

"Good morning," she said softly, her hand brushing against his cheek. She leaned in, her eyes locked on his lips. "How about a morning kiss?"

Ming's mind was still clouded with thoughts of the dream. As Xueyao's lips drew closer, he instinctively closed his eyes. But in the darkness behind his eyelids, he saw the girl from his dream again. The memory of her presence, the soft voice, and the two letters, H and A, flashed in his mind.

Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation washed over him—an image of another kiss, not with Xueyao, but with the girl from his dreams. His heart thudded in his chest as the image blurred, but he couldn't shake the feeling. He didn't know her face, but the sense of warmth and love from that memory stirred something deep inside him.

Ming's eyes flew open just as Xueyao's lips were mere inches from his. His hand moved instinctively, pushing her away gently but firmly. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily, confusion painted across his face.

Xueyao blinked in surprise, pulling back with a frown. "Ming, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance.

He shook his head, still caught in the haze of the dream. "I—I don't know. I just... I can't do this right now." He got out of bed, running a hand through his hair, his mind spinning with unanswered questions.

Xueyao watched him with growing suspicion, her smile faltering. "Is something bothering you?"

Ming didn't answer. Instead, he walked to the window and stared out at the city below, his thoughts consumed by the girl in his dreams. The two letters—H and A—echoed in his mind, along with the memory of their first kiss, a moment that felt so real, so vivid.

"Who are you?" Ming whispered under his breath, his heart yearning for answers.