I was leaving school.
The sky had no color.
Not grey, not blue. Just a layer of lukewarm air, without emotion.
I walked without thinking.
The way you leave a place you no longer understand.
And that's when I saw her.
Not really.
Her face was blurry, like half-erased.
But I knew.
I could feel she mattered.
Not like a friend. Not like a stranger.
She was the one I'd been waiting for without knowing it.
I walked toward her, heart calm but chest already tight.
And I offered her something simple.
Do you want to go to the movies? Spend some time with me?
She said yes.
No surprise, no hesitation.
As if it was obvious.
As if she had been waiting for me too.
We walked.
Through the streets of my city.
There were people, a lot. Passersby, voices, lights.
But everything around us was blurred.
As if the dream was shielding us from the outside.
I don't remember what she said.
Or what I said.
I don't even know if we spoke.
But I remember silently praying for it not to end.
I didn't want it to fade.
I didn't want to wake up.
But I did.
Suddenly.
Without transition.
And there, in my bed, I felt a pain in my chest.
Not a physical pain.
An emptiness.
A hollow that couldn't be filled.
As if I'd left something behind.
Or worse, as if something had refused to come back with me.
I don't know who she was.
I still don't know her face.
But I know that in that dream, I wasn't alone.
And that waking up stole from me something I never even had.