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.

Pale, freckled skin, like snow kissed by the sunlight. Periwinkle eyes, distant and deep--lined with long, dark lashes. Pale, blond hair, choppy and neck-length, with a part of his bangs gently falling over his left eye, hiding it like a secret he’s afraid to share...

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.

"Y-you're... real?..."

"I-I... I think I’ve seen you before, in my dreams... Is that really you...?" He says, voice barely above a whisper, eyes wide with wonder and something more fragile--hope.