The Date

“I need to tell you something.”

I nodded solemnly as a go ahead. 

“But you’re not ready.”

“Just tell me,” I said. Who was I talking to anyway? I looked around and the apartment was empty save for a gigantic mirror. “Who are you?”

“I can tell you I’m not you,” I smiled in the mirror.

Flashes of red streaked my vision. I swallowed. The mirror version of me held her hands in a calming motion. “Don’t be scared.”

“Moira?”

“Yes, Skylar. It’s me. I need to-”

But before she could continue, someone was waking me up. Something. My alarm. I groaned and got out of bed, trying to forget the foggy dream.

I couldn't help but think that the dream had something to do with Cass’ unfinished question. The mystery of what he had wanted to ask me had burned my mind most of the night. Why? I did not know. Maybe because my life was that boring or maybe it was because I didn't know before how much I had wanted to speak to him. To know more. He was like this mystery and, being