Parallel Universe (Part Two)

There was more to the girls story. Her life didn’t go back to normal when she woke up. In fact her life had fallen apart. It was almost like her dreams had predicted downfalls. Her mind preparing her for things before they happened.

Though she woke with no scars on her skin, no blood on her hands, every memory still fresh in her mind. It was all so real. The way he changed her heart forever and the lessons she learned. The things she experienced. That they experienced together. The mark he left on her life. She would never be the same.

She walked in autopilot, always talking about him and how they would do this or that. How he smelled so good? How could it have been a dream if it was so real to her? His car she could describe it to a t. His family it was like they were hers… They welcomed her in and made her feel safer than she’d ever been. Everyone said it was a phase. Everyone went through a phase like that. She wasn’t convinced.

As life went on, she felt like a spectator in her own body. Watching from outside. She didn’t belong. Her memories were wrong? No. Those were real to her, they said they were dreams she says they’re memories. She misses him, they say it was a coping mechanism. She begs for him to come back and they beg for her to live in the moment.

Her mind was always fixated on him. How she never really saw his face fully. How she could make out features but it was hazy? How he made her love her name. How she could still feel his hand on hers. Describe every tattoo on his body. His eyes they held the depths of every galaxy. And his voice… Well that was the voice she tried to hear anytime she was losing her grip. What would he say? How would he handle this? His wisdom? They said it was a phase, but she was always thinking of him.

She was never the same. They never understood that. What made her mind change the way it did? It wasn’t that life had moved on without her, or that she felt weird in her own body (though that wasn’t helping). She grieves him and their life. Their family. She craves coming back to him, wishes she never left. She hopes he knows who she is now. That by the time they meet again she isn’t so fucked in the head that she can’t love him or be the person he needs. He’s all she wants still. Except she wants herself too. She wants to find the version of herself that he saw. The one that he so passionately believed in.

The girl was never the same because she wanted to become. She craves to be the woman of her dreams. The woman that he knew she was. The woman who would have protected that little girl from the start. He was just the spark…