Falling in love with my sister’s boyfriend
Or rather, the absence of it.
Blue-grey eyes.
They haunted her in flashes, too vivid to be imagined, too incomplete to be real. Every time she reached for the memory, it slipped away, leaving nothing but a blur and a pounding headache. There was no way she could have met him face-to-face that night. So it had to be a dream. It had to be.
“Hey! Move along!”
The sharp yell snapped her out of her thoughts. Elsa jolted, quickly stepping aside as someone brushed past her. Her heart raced for a moment before she exhaled, steadying herself, and continued down the hallway.