MY HEART POUNDED SO VIOLENTLY THAT IT SEEMED AS if it wanted to escape my chest. As I looked downward, I realized why that was the case. Not only was the ground miles beneath my feet, but I was also holding a young lady in my arms as I soared through the cool night air. Her long, dark hair whipped wildly in the wind, covering most of her face, but I didn’t need to see it. I already knew who she was. This wasn’t my first time having this particular dream, nor was it my first time dreaming about her.
Maybe this time it will be different, I thought as the ice-cold air nipped at my face and we continued to soar through the moonlit sky. As I reached the peak of my ascension and the force of the wind lessened, as always, her hair fell from in front of her face, allowing me to stare into her lucid, amber colored eyes.
I loved her. I had loved her since the first day I saw her, which is why I could not bear to see the hatred that burned in her eyes as she glared back at me.
The dream had not changed. No matter how desperately I wanted her to love me back, she still hated me. But how? How could the love of my life hate me before we had even properly met? We had been in some of the same classes together, but we had never had so much as a conversation.
It wasn’t fair.
As always, we did not speak as we continued to drift through the frozen midnight sky.