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?|
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