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It started with a single sentence.
We were sitting together one quiet evening, the kind of calm where the world feels like it’s holding its breath. I was lost in thought, remembering the dreams I’d had before he came into my life.
And out of nowhere, he said,
“Do you still think about that place?”
I froze. “What… what place?”
He turned to me slowly. There was a softness in his eyes, but also a weight—like he was carrying something he couldn’t say out loud.
“The place where I lost you once,” he whispered.
My breath caught. I didn’t even realize I was shaking until he reached out and held my hand gently.
“How do you know about that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked away, staring at the fading light outside the window. “Because I was there too,” he finally said. “And I remember… everything.”
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That night, he told me pieces of the truth.
He said he’d been having dreams too—long before we met. Dreams of lightning splitting the sky, of fighting beside a girl he didn’t know, of a sacrifice he made but couldn’t explain.
“At first, I thought they were just dreams,” he admitted. “But when I saw you… on 22nd December… I knew. I knew it was you.”
My heart raced. “So you do remember?”
He nodded slowly. “Not everything. Not yet. But I know we’ve met before, in a place that wasn’t this world. And somehow… that place still exists.”
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Ever since that night, things have started to change.
I’ve begun to dream again—clearer this time. I see glimpses of that world, but it’s different now. Broken. Like it’s calling us back.
And sometimes, even when I’m awake, I feel strange shifts—like the two worlds are overlapping for a second.
One evening, we were walking together, and for just a moment, the street around us changed. The buildings flickered, replaced by the ruins from my dreams. And then, just as quickly, it was gone.
He saw it too.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. We both knew what it meant.
The connection isn’t over. The story isn’t finished.
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Now, even in our happiest moments, there’s a quiet truth between us:
Our worlds are tied together. And someday soon, we might have to go back.
But this time… we’ll face it together. ❤️
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Should I write the next part where the dream world fully returns and pulls you both in again? Or keep building the suspense with more small signs before the big moment happens?
