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She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

It didn't help that she'd been having odd dreams for several months, and sometimes, they seemed so real, she wasn’t sure she was actually dreaming. Gaia’s feet pounded the pavement as a surprising cool breeze moved across her skin. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. Nothing there. The stifling heat and humidity of the warm summer night encompassed her once more. She took in a labored breath of thick, muggy air. Pivoting on her heels, she turned towards her initial direction. Again, she felt something and froze. Him— Where did he come from?

A worn acoustic guitar leaned against one corner, ready to be strummed whenever inspiration struck. In this compact yet personalized space, John had woven the threads of his past into the fabric of his present. Despite the cozy setup, the overly friendly locals, with their subtle glances and attempts at conversation from some patrons and the seemingly content life he had been leading over the past week, memories of Darius continued to linger, evolving into an undeniable longing. As days unfolded, John gradually acknowledged that this yearning was more profound than mere fascination—it was the unmistakable call of a mate.

He learned the secrets of the universe from wise old sages and danced with sprites in a celebration of life and harmony that resonated deep within his heart. In the midst of his dream, Theo found himself in a place of quiet reflection, a sanctuary where memories of the past mingled with hopes for the future. He sat by a tranquil pond, its waters reflecting the beauty of the world around him, and watched as ripples of light danced across the surface, carrying his dreams and desires to the farthest reaches of the universe.

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

I said and her smile slowly shrinked seeing I wasn't as excited as she was . "The job isn't here , it's in Hong Kong" I said and she slowly reclined in her chair. "You're leaving?!" She whispered. "I'm afraid I have too, there are not much opportunities here and I can't just live the rest of my life based on assumptions that something will come out for me here " I answered. "Logan , you don't have to leave please " she whined. "I'll just be going for about two or two and a half years , just to work , save up and establish myself" I said.

Mea’ s prov “ what is this place ?” I asked after what felt like forever of silence it as starting to get to my head . “ when I was a kid I heard about a place like this , more or less . It qas a place were the chosen few get to see it was suppose to be this amazing place where all your dreams come true , don’t worry this is all I wanted “ she said sarcastically. I knew she was hurting about my father but I didn’t know what to say to her , I don’t know a single thing about her .

For a moment, she considered it a pity that she was interrupted just when the dream was really about to get somewhere. After several moments of sulking about her lost dream and the onset of what was to be another long day, Layla sighed as she forced herself to sit up in bed and prepare her mind for the beginning of another day in the small town of Temperance, South Dakota.

Dimaya. Some time later, when all of them were already bored, they started to pass a piece of paper from one person to the other. There was a note written on it, and at the moment was V's turn to accept the note which said: LA PRIMERA LATER! LA PRIMERA, by the way, was the one place in the city where students and all who seemed to feel young, wild, and free would usually go. It was also the one place where V usually would spend his Friday nights. And since it was Friday, he immediately became elated. He smiled a bit and was about to pass the paper to the person next to him. However, he was interrupted by a sudden movement of their classroom's door. All of them stopped and stared at the very

"I don't know if I can do 'just us' right now. Everything feels too heavy." "Then let me carry it for an hour," I said, pouring the wine. "Tell me about something. Anything. Tell me about a place you want to go when this is over. Somewhere with no snow and no Callahans." She took a small sip of the wine, her shoulders dropping just a fraction. "I used to dream about the coast. Somewhere where the only sound is the tide coming in. No voices. No expectations."