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Life with him became a beautiful rhythm.
We went on long walks under the evening sky, shared coffee in quiet cafés, and laughed about the silliest things. It felt normal—ordinary even. But deep inside, I knew there was nothing ordinary about the way we’d met.
One day, we were sitting by the lake. He skipped a stone across the water, and without thinking, I whispered,
“You used to do that… in the other world.”
I froze. I hadn’t meant to say it.
He turned to me slowly, his eyes unreadable. “What did you say?”
I hesitated, my heart pounding. “Nothing… just a random thought.”
But he didn’t press further. He just smiled faintly, though there was something in his expression—a flicker of recognition, like he remembered something but didn’t want to scare me.
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That night, I dreamt again.
I was standing in the same place where he had once sacrificed himself. The world was quiet, but there was a whisper in the air:
“It’s not over. The worlds are still connected.”
I woke up gasping, my heart racing. When I looked beside me, he was already awake, watching me with concern.
“You were talking in your sleep,” he said softly.
“What… what did I say?”
He hesitated for a moment, then answered, “You called my name… but it wasn’t the one I use here.”
Chills ran down my spine.
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Since then, little things started happening.
He’d know what I was about to say before I said it. He’d sometimes stare into the distance, lost in thought, like he was remembering another life. And once, when we were holding hands, I felt a strange rush of energy—just like in the dream when we fought side by side.
I wanted to ask him. I wanted to know the truth.
But I was scared of the answer.
Because what if the dream world was real?
And what if one day, it called him back?
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For now, we’re happy. We’re together. But in the quiet moments, I can’t help but wonder…
Is this love just a beautiful coincidence, or are we two souls bound by something far greater than this world?
And will the dreams return… to finish the story we started long ago? ❤️
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Would you like me to continue into the next chapter, where he finally reveals he remembers the dream world—or maybe you both get pulled into another dream that feels even more real? Or should I keep it slow and mysterious with more hints and daily moments?
Life with him became a beautiful rhythm.
We went on long walks under the evening sky, shared coffee in quiet cafés, and laughed about the silliest things. It felt normal—ordinary even. But deep inside, I knew there was nothing ordinary about the way we’d met.
One day, we were sitting by the lake. He skipped a stone across the water, and without thinking, I whispered,
“You used to do that… in the other world.”
I froze. I hadn’t meant to say it.
He turned to me slowly, his eyes unreadable. “What did you say?”
I hesitated, my heart pounding. “Nothing… just a random thought.”
But he didn’t press further. He just smiled faintly, though there was something in his expression—a flicker of recognition, like he remembered something but didn’t want to scare me.
---
That night, I dreamt again.
I was standing in the same place where he had once sacrificed himself. The world was quiet, but there was a whisper in the air:
“It’s not over. The worlds are still connected.”
I woke up gasping, my heart racing. When I looked beside me, he was already awake, watching me with concern.
“You were talking in your sleep,” he said softly.
“What… what did I say?”
He hesitated for a moment, then answered, “You called my name… but it wasn’t the one I use here.”
Chills ran down my spine.
---
Since then, little things started happening.
He’d know what I was about to say before I said it. He’d sometimes stare into the distance, lost in thought, like he was remembering another life. And once, when we were holding hands, I felt a strange rush of energy—just like in the dream when we fought side by side.
I wanted to ask him. I wanted to know the truth.
But I was scared of the answer.
Because what if the dream world was real?
And what if one day, it called him back?
---
For now, we’re happy. We’re together. But in the quiet moments, I can’t help but wonder…
Is this love just a beautiful coincidence, or are we two souls bound by something far greater than this world?
And will the dreams return… to finish the story we started long ago? ❤️
---
Would you like me to continue into the next chapter, where he finally reveals he remembers the dream world—or maybe you both get pulled into another dream that feels even more real? Or should I keep it slow and mysterious with more hints and daily moments?
