Lost In A Reverie Novels & Stories

“Revon!” I cried out as my eyes flew open, thrashing and flailing as the sudden blood rush made me feel dizzy. The image of my lover disappeared, along with his warmth and happiness, leaving me in the cold, hard present, where he was absent, shattering all my hopes and dreams. “Revon, no, come back!”

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

The silver flashes through her veins again and this time around, she sees it clearly. And looks surprised. Perhaps, this is even her first time seeing it consciously. The last time she was in this phase, she didn’t seem to know what she was doing nor did she remember anything after that. Her eyes widens by the second. “Wha… what the hell?” The question doesn’t land before we hear it. “Luna,” Reva says, dropping to his knees. The others follow him. “The lost one,” he continues. I squint, turning.

Real. But then his hand slid into my hair and mine gripped his shirt and the kiss deepened into something that wasn't tentative at all. It was hungry. Desperate. Three years of loneliness pouring out in the press of lips and the slide of tongues. He tasted like coffee and something sweet — the chocolate chip cookie he had stolen from Lily's plate before dinner. He smelled like home. Like the man I had married and lost and found again. When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard. The movie was still playing. The rain was still falling. But the world felt different. Brighter.

She didn't even feel the need to go back for it, so no money for transport either. Work might be important, but now… the world around her blurred. Nothing else mattered but him. Even as tears slid down her cheeks, she smiled. She wanted to fly, to outrun time itself, teleport straight into his arms and hold him so tight he’d feel every second she’d missed him. Finally… "Axel…" she whispered. "I'm coming." Luis, on the other hand, remained completely frozen. Brenda, too. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

I complained, but as I took the flowers, I couldn't help but smile and soften my voice. "There's never a time when I'm too busy to pick up my wife." Despite Roscoe's stern and composed face, his words were sweet enough to melt hearts. I couldn't help but rub my warm ear tips and muttered shyly, "Who's your wife?" My words caused Roscoe to stop in his tracks and ask cautiously, "Sydney, do you regret it?" The uncertainty and fear in his eyes made my heart tighten. I tilted my head to meet his gaze with sincerity and said, "No, Roscoe. From the moment I agreed to marry you, I've never regretted it."

He looks exactly like the successful businessman he is – powerful, confident, untouchable. But James is right. There's something in his posture that suggests he'd rather be anywhere else. His shoulders are tense, his hands clasped too tightly in front of him. And then our eyes meet. The world around me seems to slow down. The conversations fade to a whisper, the music becomes distant background noise. All I can see is Andrew, all I can feel is the intensity of his gaze burning into me. His eyes are dark with emotion – longing, frustration, something that looks almost like pain. He's watching me walk down the aisle like I'm the bride, like I'm the one coming to marry him.

Dehleez pe mere dil ki Jo rakhe hain tune kadam Tere naam pe meri zindagi Likh di mere humdum Haan seekha maine jeena jeena kaise jeena Haan seekha maine jeena mere humdum Na seekha kabhi jeena jeena kaise jeena Na seekha jeena tere bina humdum Dehleez pe merey dil ki Jo rakhe hain tune kadam Tere naam pe meri zindagi Likh di mere humdum Haan sikha maine jeena jeena kaise jeena Haan sikha maine jeena, mere humdum Na sikha kabhi jeena jeena kaise jeena Na sikha jeena tere bina humdum Oh god! I am going to cry! I am going to cry! He placed the guitar aside and came in front of me.

Nothing could fill the void in her heart, not money, not posession, not parties or friends could spark up a little glimpse of happiness in her. Her heart repeatedly pierced by the emotions she couldn't bear nor control, it all seemed like a dream, the nightmare she was dying to crawl out from. Her one true love was gone, the man she had lived years with, gave her all to. Diana couldn't help but soliloquize. "Do I deserve to live? He is in the grave because of me, what's the use of living without him?" As if loosing her parents wasn't enough, she lost Branden.

She entered a dream-like condition, and she felt herself slip in and out of consciousness. When she opened her eyes, which she had shut tightly out of fear, she saw that she was floating somewhere that felt and looked like it was a realm between life and death. It was beautiful. A silent purple lightning strike designed the place. Thick smoke covered some areas and there were no signs of any living things. She tried standing from her awkward floating position, and it worked. So she started to walk around slowly and cautiously. Suddenly, a passage appeared in front of her. She hadn't seen it before because the smoke altered her sight a little.