The Asshole

Take It

As the moonlit sky enveloped the city in a blanket of midnight hues, a vivid dream unfurled, transporting me back in time to a quaint, picturesque town. Awash with nostalgia, I found myself tracing the winding cobblestone paths, following the whispers of memories that danced through the cool evening air.

In this whimsical dreamscape, I stumbled upon a whimsical fair, bustling with laughter and vibrant hues that painted the carnival rides. The exhilarating symphony of music blended harmoniously with the tinkling laughter of children, echoing through the expanse of the festivities. Amid the bustling crowd, my gaze fell upon two young souls, their gazes locked in an intense battle of wills.

It was a swift dose of déjà vu as recognition struck me. These two souls, whose connection remained shrouded in the fog of a bygone era, brimmed with an air of familiarity even in this elusive dream world. Intrigued, I wove my way through the swirling crowd, compelled by an invisible force pulling me towards them.

Cloaked in a flowing dress of azure blue, her cascading ebony curls framed a face that bore a determination beyond her tender years. The flicker of defiance in her eyes matched the essence of her spirited nature. A haunting beauty engulfed her, like a bonfire casting a mesmerizing glow in the darkest of nights.

Her bittersweet adversary, a boy with tousled sandy hair, bore witness to the passage of time on his youthful face. Despite the tender age, his face betrayed an air of experience, his eyes etched with unabated resilience. Dressed in a flannel shirt and worn-out jeans, he emanated an aura of dignified rebellion, a subtle testament to his untamed spirit.

Between them lay a tumultuous history, unveiled through fleeting glimpses that bypassed the bounds of time. Their shared narrative echoed faded echoes of companionable laughter, tender embraces, whispered secrets, and stolen kisses. Fate, however, had crafted a cruel path for their love, forcing them into a bitter rivalry that eclipsed their deepest desires.

A man walked by the boy and young girl were now older. Their faces were blurred now. I could no longer see who they were.

Drawn closer, I observed their rekindled connection. Sparks of intense emotions seemed to cascade between them, bridging the unbridgeable gap forged by animosity. They exchanged glances filled with longing, acknowledging the echoes of a love that had once burned brightly.

Within their shared animosity simmered a residue of past passion — a love that refused to fade, struggling to reclaim its place in their hearts. Fragments of innocence and vulnerability peeked through the protective armor they had built around themselves, fueling a desire for reconciliation that rose above their present reality.

As the dream unfolded further, their guarded façades began to crumble, revealing the depth of their emotional scars. Beneath an infinite starry sky, they stood illuminated, finally embracing the vulnerability that lies in recognizing the pain they had inflicted upon each other. Bound by a love stronger than time, they embarked on a journey of redemption, vowing to forge a renewed path.

And as the dream began to fade, I felt a sense of hope wash over me, now realizing that even the most shattered love stories have the power to heal. In this ethereal reunion of those former lovers and current adversaries, their meeting revealed that, sometimes, the ties that bind us cannot be severed by time or circumstance, illuminating a path toward forgiveness and the rekindling of a fierce, enduring love.

That boy was me. The girl, Fox.

I was awoken from the dream by a harsh punch to my face. Jumping awake from my bed I looked over to see Fox standing over me "Stop moaning my name in your sleep." she rolled her eyes "And get dressed, your boys are downstairs." she said before fully exiting.