A Match Made In Heaven

-Dreams About Ice Blue-

Sophie's POV: 

As I walked through the vast meadow, the tall grass swaying gently in the breeze, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The sun warmed my skin, and I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath of the fresh, crisp air. It was a perfect day, the kind of day that made me feel alive and free.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance, striding towards me with purpose. I squinted my eyes against the bright sunlight, trying to make out the features of the person approaching. And then, as he drew closer, I saw him clearly.

Keefe.

His ice blue eyes were fixed on me, filled with a soft adoration and love that made my heart skip a beat. His blonde hair was disheveled in the wind, shining like spun gold under the sun's rays. My breath caught in my throat as he came closer, his presence enveloping me like a warm embrace.

Keefe reached out his hand to me, his touch gentle yet firm as he pulled me into his arms. I melted against him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into mine. I felt his lips press gently against my forehead, then my cheek. The sensation was so real, so vivid, that I closed my eyes, savoring every moment. In that instant, I wished that this dream would never end, that I could stay in this perfect moment forever.

I looked up into his eyes, lost in the depths of their icy blue pools. I couldn't help but be captivated by the way he looked at me, as if I were the only person in the world. The warmth of his touch seeped into my being, banishing any doubts or fears I had.

Keefe cupped my face in his hands, his touch tender and loving. He spoke to me in a voice that was soft and full of tenderness. His words were like music to my ears, sweet nothings that wrapped around my heart and soothed my soul. I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a feeling of contentment that I had never known before.

"Foster," he whispered, his voice a soft caress against my ear. "You are the epitome of beauty, both inside and out. In your light, my world finds its brilliance, in your love, my heart finds its solace."

And then, in a moment that felt like eternity, Keefe whispered those three words that made my heart soar.

"I love you, Foster. You are my light and my everything."

The words echoed in my mind, reverberating through every fiber of my being. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, tears of joy and longing and a love that was so deep it felt like it would never end.

In that moment, everything else faded away. The meadow, the sun, the breeze... all of it ceased to exist as I stood there in Keefe's arms, knowing that this was where I belonged, where I was meant to be.

I closed my eyes and leaned into him, relishing the feeling of his embrace, the scent of his skin, the sound of his heartbeat against mine. And as I held onto him, I knew that this dream, this perfect, beautiful dream, was a glimpse of a reality that I hoped with all my heart would someday come true.

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As I blinked my eyes open, the remnants of a sweet dream still lingered in my mind. Keefe's face, his dazzling ice blue eyes filled with warmth and affection, flashed before me like a vivid memory. The sensation of his lips brushing softly against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to grasp the meaning behind the dream.

I sighed and sat up, rubbing my eyes sleepily. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over my room. It felt like a dream within a dream, the line between reality and fantasy blurring in the quiet solitude of my bedroom.

The dream that felt more real than reality itself. Keefe's piercing ice blue eyes, his tousled blonde hair that seemed to defy gravity in the most enchanting way, and his mischievous yet oh-so-adorable smirk filled my thoughts as I lay in bed, struggling to shake off the remnants of the dream.

"Why him?" I whispered to myself, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and longing. Keefe had always been a friend, a confidant, but now he had taken on a new light in my dreams and recently in reality, a light that both thrilled and puzzled me.

Why was he invading my dreams so frequently, filling my thoughts during the day and haunting my nights?

Keefe. The name echoed in my mind, evoking a flood of emotions I struggled to comprehend. We had always been close friends, our bond forged through countless adventures and shared moments of laughter and danger. But lately, something had shifted between us, an unspoken tension that simmered beneath the surface.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the lingering fragments of the dream. It was just a trick of my subconscious, I told myself. Nothing more than a manifestation of my own desires and fears. But deep down, a part of me wondered if there was more to it than that.

Pushing aside the tangled sheets, I got out of bed and moved to the window. The world outside was bathed in the soft hues of early morning, a peaceful serenity enveloping the familiar sights of Havenfield. Birds chirped in the distance, their melodic songs weaving through the crisp air.

I took a deep breath, letting the tranquility of the moment wash over me. It was a fleeting respite from the chaos and uncertainty that seemed to define our lives. Lately, it felt like we were constantly on the edge, teetering between hope and despair, trying to make sense of a world that was always in flux.

A part of me wished that dream was real. Wait what? What in the world is going on with my feelings? Also, what's happening with my subconscious? Why am I dreaming about Keefe?

I mean it's not like I didn't hate the dream; I really loved every second of it. He looked at me with such love and tenderness and it made my heart melt remembering it. Oh, and his sweet gentle kisses, that gave me a wonderful feeling in my heart.

Lost in thought, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, the familiar sights and sounds of my home enveloping me in a sense of comfort. My parents were already up, chatting animatedly over breakfast, their laughter mingling with the aroma of freshly made cinnacreme.

"Morning, sweetheart," Edaline greeted her with a warm smile. "Sleep well?"

I forced a smile, nodding as she poured herself a cup of cinnacreme. The warmth of the liquid seeped into my bones, chasing away the last vestiges of the dream that still lingered in the corners of my mind.

As I sipped my drink, I couldn't help but replay the dream in my head, dissecting every moment, every emotion that had passed between me and Keefe. I had always valued our friendship, cherished the bond we shared, but this dream... it had stirred something within me, a yearning I couldn't quite define.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Grady glanced at her, a knowing twinkle in his eyes. "You alright, sweetheart?"

I nodded, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Just had a weird dream, that's all."

Edaline exchanged a knowing look with Grady before turning back to me. "Dreams are strange things, aren't they? Sometimes they show us things we didn't even know we were feeling."

My heart skipped a beat at Edaline's words. Could it be that my dream was trying to tell me something, reveal a truth I had been too afraid to acknowledge? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, both thrilling and terrifying in its implications.

I hope to someday uncover what the dream meant. It was honestly the best dream I've ever had if I'm being true to myself. Hopefully I can find out what it is telling me and what my heart is telling me now.

I am still kind of confused but I know if I listen to my heart, I will be led into a beautiful destination.  

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