“At least now I know his name…even if I’ll never see him again,” she whispers. A silly grin forms on her face when she envisions his features. His silk-like curly black hair and mesmerizing green eyes remind her of some supernatural being that couldn’t possibly be seen with the likes of a mere human. Every detail of his face is branded in her head and she’s not sure how to deal with this feeling, because he drew her in like a fly to honey. She never expected he would turn out to be real—let alone that she would meet him in person. She hears someone walking to the backyard. Their feet move slowly on the grass as they come closer and closer. She knows it’s probably Eli or Navid trying to scare her again and decides to just let them get it over with so she can continue fantasizing.
“Am I too late?”
Her eyes fly open and she looks up, recognizing the masculine tone of his voice. He came! She nervously smiles as he stands over her. He reaches out his hand— almost as if he practiced this moment from the dream. Amelia stares at it for a second because she knows that once she takes his hand, her life will change forever. As she accepts his warm, strong grip, she can’t help but wonder what this all means.
“I didn’t think you would come,” she whispers giddily. She dusts off her dress as she waits for a response, but he says nothing.
He leads her to a nearby chair and sits across from her. He stares into her eyes, as if he’s looking for something. How am I supposed to concentrate with him staring at me like this? She always thought it was corny when someone said they were blinded by someone’s beauty, but she’s blinded by him. Looking into his eyes makes her dizzy, frazzled even. She decides that it’s safer for her to stare at the ground until he speaks.
Finally he whispers, “I had to take care of a few things first.”
She’s annoyingly tongue-tied and sweating. Her hands are as wet as sponges and the butterflies in her stomach aren’t helping. While trying to hide her trembling hands, she notices Aaron is uneasy as well. Why is he so quiet?
“Where’s your girlfriend?”
“She’s at home,” he answers.
Okay, he’s a little too quiet. “Aaron, is everything okay? I mean if you’re uncomfortable, you didn’t have to come.”
He stands up and faces the house with an irritated glare. Amelia sighs and puts her head down, wondering if he’s about to leave. He takes a deep breath and faces her. “I wanted to come. I didn’t want to be anywhere else but here. When I saw you at the lake…I needed to be around you.”
Thank God. “Well, I feel the same way too. I mean, you’re not alone. But I feel like something’s wrong.”
With clenched fists he paces back and forth. “I don’t understand this! How can we both have a dream about each other and then we meet in real life? Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”
Is he angry we met? Her heart feels like it just cracked down the center. She swallows hard, as if that’s going to help the pain. “Y-yes, but I’m glad we met. When I awoke from the dream, I really wanted you to be real, and now you are. I can’t explain it, but it happened for some reason.”