I was busy typing and looking at my computer screen when it happened. I actually didn't know what i was doing. Except I wanted to look as if I'm busy and that seemed to be the skill I learned to perfect as far as I'm working.
And then suddenly he came.
Just casually resting his hands on my cubicle and said hey and asked how I'm doing.
I froze for a while and then somehow remember my hair looked bad.
I tried to toss it but it just wasn't working with me well so i left it. And i looked at him and smile and said hey how can i help you.
I know he's leaving. Wait, I thought he already left. What's he doing here? Gahd he looked so handsome.
He said something and i just straight up looked at my computer again, trying to get the answer for him. The sooner i got it, the sooner he'd gone I thought. I couldn't take this; he's standing in front of me. Smiling. He's making me awkward.
I fumbled my words and my head won't stop talking. And then at the corner of my eyes i saw he shifted. He was moving. He was taking off his necklace. He was wearing tshirt and jeans as opposed to the usual i saw him.
"Here" he said and laid the necklace on my table. I stopped typing and stared at the necklace. That's a lot of pendants i thought that I couldn't even make out what it was.
And then i looked up at him - puzzled. He smiled again, widely this time, and told me it's something for you to remember me of.
I gaped.
Wait is this for real I thought . And then several other thoughts assaulted me. I couldn't accept this.
I opened my mouth, trying to tell him just that but all i ever could was just incoherent voices. Because i couldn't hide my smile. I was happy. I couldn't believe this.
And he saw that too.
"Wait, is this a dream?" I said out loud while beaming ear to ear.
Then everything froze again.
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And then i saw it.
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It is.
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I saw myself laying in bed, dreaming. Of this whole thing. And then my subconscious even realised that i saw myself in the dream looking at me dreaming.
And I remember my smile faltered.
And I remember feeling disappointed.
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