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Dreams

Talks of loss, rejection, broken relationships were what he got to hear day long. It felt strange every time someone spoke their hearts aloud, he felt a lurking fear within. Could they read his thoughts as well!

He was a dreamer, all that he knew was to dream. He loved dreams for they always ended however bitter they might seem. But life, it always gave lemons. He hated whenever he was made to make a choice. Why couldn't he be left alone in his little world. He had never aspired for a perfect world, what he failed to understand was why was he asked to fit in whereas he would have loved to stand out.

His father like any other father wanted him to be successful and have a vocation of his own but every time his teacher wanted to know what he aspired to be, his prompt reply would always be ,"a dreamer".

With time, life took a different turn. Dreams vanished like scary ghosts. Dreams stopped visiting him in his sleep. The one who could dream with open eyes failed to see them even while asleep. He was learning to cater to wishes. He was trying to fit in.

One day as he lay reclined, he saw a vision. He saw someone whom he couldn't recognise. What startled him were that person's eyes. It had the power to rip him apart. He felt a lurking void. That smile, those eyes, that laugh sent shivers across his body. He tried  shuting his eyes tight but what was it, he instead found himself staring at the cup of tea which he held in his hand, it had run cold.

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