Let me start telling you about Elizabeth's dreams. Those that she wishes with all her heart to "understand" but that are just impossible to. They started when she was 17, on the very first day she moved from Atlanta to San Francisco. As soon as she arrived, she visualized what it was going to be. Every detail, she had it planned, until he happened.
On the first night, she had this dream, simple, but full of things she didn't understand, for example, The Guy. She could barely see his face, but she knew she had seen him before. Maybe in some other dream, maybe not. She didn't give it that much importance, it was just a dream though. What she didn't know is that, that was just the beginning of it.
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Elizabeth's Happy Ending
Teen FictionShe wanted a happy ending. Who knows if she'll ever get it. At least she has him. This story is dedicated to my Best Friend.
