𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

It started on a rainy night.

The kind of rain that soaks everything in silence.

The sky was dark, the windows blurred, and I dreamt something new...

sunrise light touched my face, and I found myself lying on my desk.

I blinked, confused. A paper was tucked loosely into pages of my old sketchbook.

it was still warm-like it had just been drawn.

I slowly took it in my hands.  the lines were faint, but sure. Like they had poured out of someone else's hands.

A boy.

I blinked, staring at the drawing. My fingers didn't remember making it.

But the feeling in my chest said something else.

I stared at drawing without blinking for what felt hours. That paper in the eyes made me feel something...That day i feel everything...off. The people around me moved normally, but I was stuck -staring at him -in flashes, in daydreams that weren't mine.

"𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐒!"

A voice shouted from downstairs.**

I jolted up, snapping back to reality like I'd just surfaced from underwater.

"Did you pack your things?" my mom yelled again.

My fingers lingered on the paper tracing his face one more time. I glanced one last time and answered my mom.

"Yes, mom I packed everything" I called back from my room. I slipped the paper into my sketchbook, held it closed under my arms, and walked downstairs.

We were moving to the city.

I traveled to city in silence with my thoughts deeper than the stillness outside, while the car passed empty roads and open fields...

My eyes are fixed on the passing view, but my mind keeps circling to the boy- that dream-the eyes I couldn't forget.

        | Why did it feel so real? why did he seem ... familiar? |

The image of him, the sound of his voice, the ache in his wors-it was all too share but to be just a dream.   

...   | It's really a dream? |...

After hours of driving thought quiet stretches of highway, the city finally rose before us- a blur of noise, buildings, and people. The sky had turned golden by time we reached the apartment. 

we began unpacking-cardboard boxes filled with the kitchen plates, boxes filled with kitchen plates, rolled-up bedsheets, and the old kettle mom refused to throw away. I moved slowly, my body tried but my thoughts still forgotten dreams. I came to my room just as the sky turned a deep shade blue, like velvet dipped in ink. The weight of the day pressed against my shoulder, and I didn't bother to change or switch the light. I dropped into my bed, my body heavy with exhaustion and I slowly closed eyes. 

And I slowly opened my eyes-but it wasn't my world because I was standing in middle of lake.

In my dream, I was standing alone, surrounded by still water. The moonlight reflected like crocked silver on its surface. I looked around, slowly turning in place the lake was quiet, the surface still, like glass holding sky. Tress stood in the distance, their silhouettes glowing under the moon light. That's when hit me - this is a dream.MY breath caught as I looked up ...and meet a gaze.  

SOUL CONNECTION

In my dream, I was standing alone, surrounded by still water. The moonlight reflected like cracked silver on its surface. I looked around, slowly turning in place. The lake was quiet, the surface still- like glass holding sky. Trees stood in the distance, their silhouettes glowing under the moonlight. That's when hit me - this is a dream. My breath caught as I looked up ...and meet a gaze.

That gaze...those eyes. They stirred something inside me- like a memory I didn't remember having.

I froze, stunned. His irises weren't black. They weren't brown.

They were SILVER.

Pure, shimmering silver eyes glowed under the moonlight-not with confusion, not with harm. just calm... and something deeper. As if he knew me.

Not just in the dream- but truly, completely. Like he had always known me.

I stared, breathless.

| * Even in a dream... could

                       someone like this real? * |

He walked towards to me and stood Infront with me in the middle of lake. His hand touched my cheek and looked at me.

His silver eyes looking into my eyes and he opened mouth...

"Don't forget me." He said, his voice low and full of ache.

"You have to remember."

I opened my mouth to speak from that world back into my room.

As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized my mom was shaking me awake.

I blinked, staring at her.

     |why now?|

"Amias, your college started today! You don't want to be late on your first day, do you?" Mom's voice rang out, snapping me out of the dream world and dragging me back into the real one- where time don't pause for silver eyed boy or moonlight lakes.

My eyes snapped open as her words echoed in my brain:

                             |"you don't want to be late on your first day!" |

That was it all took.

I jolted upright, tossed the blanket off, and bolted towards the washroom.

That dream clung to me like mist, but I shook it off. There was no time to linger in dreams when life was banging on the door.

I washed up, threw on my clothes, and hurried downstairs. That boy from my dream- the silver-eyed stranger- slowly faded to back of my mind, replaced by messy hair, tangled thoughts and the rush of a first day I wasn't ready for.

I grabbed a slice of bread, stuffed into my mouth and slung my bag over my shoulder and caught my reflection briefly in the mirror by the door

"***Bye,***Mom!" I** yelled, my voice muffle around the bite, already halfway out of the door**.

I didn't wait for her reply.

Outside, the air was sharp with morning. A breeze tugged at my hair like whisper.

Everything felt normal.

Too normal.

But something inside me had changed.

I kept walking.

One foot in front of the other.

Pretending I wasn't still carrying that dream in the back of my mind like a secret I didn't ask for.

I thought maybe I was losing it.

Maybe I was lonely.

Maybe it was stress. New place.

New people.

New everything.

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         ** AMIAS**

Seventeen.

Relocated to a city that never feels like home.

For my study.

Still chasing dreams that feel more real than waking up.

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     SOUL CONNECTION

I thought maybe I was losing it.

Maybe I was lonely.

Maybe it was stress. New place.

New people.

New everything.

Until I saw him.

Standing in front of the bus stop.

Holding a black umbrella — under a clear blue sky.

Wearing the same clothes from my dream, staring at me like he'd been waiting all along.

His silver eyes... not surprised, not confused — but relieved.

           |How is this real? Am I still dreaming? |

              |How can a person have silver eyes? Really have them? |

With tangled thoughts storming my mind, I just stared at him. I wanted to move... to walk toward him. But my legs wouldn’t listen. They felt jammed to the ground.

|I must look insane... just standing here, staring at him. The boy from my dream. The one I drew without even realizing it. |

“Amias,” he said softly.

I gasped.

           |How does he know my name?!|

I kept staring, wide-eyed, frozen.

And then — just like in the dream — he walked toward me.

“How do you know my name?” I finally asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink.

He simply tilted his head, just a little, like he was studying me — like I might vanish if he looked away.

“Because I’ve lost you before,” he said softly. “In every world.”

I took a step back.Goosebumps crawled up my arms.

|This wasn’t cute anymore. This was something else. |

|Something real. Something terrifying. |

But the way he said those words—so soft, so emotionless—it hurt.

Not in a loud way.

Quiet. Deep.

Like a thread snapped inside me, and I couldn’t even explain why.

I looked at him, my voice barely steady.

“Do I know you?” I asked, trying to sound firm, but it came out like a whisper.

He didn’t flinch.

“Not yet,” he said. “But you will. And when you do… you’ll have to choose.”

|Choose? choose what? |

"What am I supposed to choose?" I asked, my voice small but sharp.

He didn't answer. He just looked at me with those silver eyes— too calm, too still—like he already knew I wouldn't understand.

And before I could say another word— The bus behind me honked, a loud and sudden, cutting through the air like warning.

I turned my head for a second. Just one second.

And when I looked back—He was gone.

Like he’d never been there.

Like he’d been just a crack in my dream, bleeding into reality.

I got on the bus in a daze.

Everything around me blurred—but his words kept repeating in my head:

                    |"Not yet. You’ll have to choose." Not yet. What did that mean? Not yet?

Did I already know him and forget? Did he know me from something I can’t remember? | With my thoughts tangled tighter than ever, I barely noticed when the bus came to a stop.

A suden voice snapped at me out of my thoughts.

"Hey! Final stop!"

I blinked, looked around, and realized the bus already come to a halt.The engine had gone quiet. Most of the passengers were gone.

             | How long had i been sitting here, lost in my head? |

I glanced out the window. That was my bus top - my college

I stepped off the bus, my feet moving like I was underwater.

But my mind was still full of him.

Even in the classroom, I couldn’t focus.

Not during orientation.

Not while unpacking my things.

Not even when I opened my sketchbook—the only thing that usually made me feel safe, like I had a world of my own.

Every time I blinked, I saw those silver eyes.

That face.

That calm, expressionless voice that still echoed in my brain.

|"Because I’ve lost you before…"|

|What did he mean? In every world? And why does it feel like I’ve known him my whole life—yet can’t remember a single thing?|