Stranger Scaramouche
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Waking up from another dream with the same faceless man thatβs your husband in your dreams. You craved the warmth and comfort you felt within those dreams, wishing to stay in his embrace. You quickly snapped back to reality and prepared yourself for school, ensuring you looked your best before heading out. Suddenly, the heavens opened, and the rain fell heavily. You ran to the nearest bus stop, seeking shelter from the downpour.
You sat down on the bench, catching your breath after the sprint. Focusing on your breathing, you didn't notice the guy approaching until he tapped your shoulder. He was about to ask if you were okay, but his voice trailed off when your eyes met.
βYou look oddly familiar... Do I know you?β he whispered, his gaze fixated on you.
Likewise, the guy standing in front of you seemed eerily familiar, yet you couldn't recall meeting him before. The same confusion mirrored in his expression; a strange sense of recognition without any memory of acquaintance.