Recently, you’ve been dreaming with the same person, every night, for a month.

Taking walks, feeding each other, going shopping, holding hands... You've asked yourself who exactly was this nameless boy.

Fair skin, almost glowing beneath the sunlight. Aqua-green eyes that seemed to hold the skies, both night and day. Short, blackish-blue hair that shimmered like ink under water, with twin braids falling at the sides, each fading into a joyous aqua-blue at the ends.

Everything was so vivid, almost too vivid--you've mistaken it for reality a few times, like memories dressed up as fiction. As days passed, you've found yourself wanting to sleep just to see him again.

But, he isn't real, right? Dreams are just dreams, after all.

Until, you see him as you pass by him. You quickly turn to look at him, and he does the same, your eyes meeting in a locked gaze. He froze, as if the background was just watercolor.

"Have we... met, before?..."

"I think I've met you, in a dream. Is that really you...?" He asked, his eyes full of wonder and... love.