Dreams Speak the Truth
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"Stop the car." I say, inaudibly. My heart beats faster and faster. "Mom!" I scream, "Stop the car!"
"What are you talking about? What's the matter? Ava? Ava?!"
Everything is happening like a slide show. I jump out of a moving car in a town which name I do not know. I stumble, catching myself on a street light pole and look slowly down the street. I hear my mom pulling the car over, and a couple of doors slam. I feel like I'm in a bubble, all the outside sounds are only whispers, while my heartbeat pounds relentlessly and my own voice catches in my mind.
It's him.
I propel myself forward, ignoring the frantic shouting of my mother, and Daniel. In the distance I see him. Running toward me. Our bodies collide. My fingers digging into the back of his shirt. Trying to press him even closer than he already is. His fingers trace the curve in my neck, I tilt my head back and his lips come down on mine. Hungrily, and passionately. I know Daniel will see this. He will probably be crushed, but I can barely fit anything in my mind in this moment except for me and this boy. I don't know his name, or anything about him. But I'm kissing him, like my lips, body and heart were created for his.
How did I get into a situation like this? In a town I've never been in, with my ex boyfriend watching in horror, I'm kissing a stranger. Who isn't really a stranger.
"What are you talking about? What's the matter? Ava? Ava?!"
Everything is happening like a slide show. I jump out of a moving car in a town which name I do not know. I stumble, catching myself on a street light pole and look slowly down the street. I hear my mom pulling the car over, and a couple of doors slam. I feel like I'm in a bubble, all the outside sounds are only whispers, while my heartbeat pounds relentlessly and my own voice catches in my mind.
It's him.
I propel myself forward, ignoring the frantic shouting of my mother, and Daniel. In the distance I see him. Running toward me. Our bodies collide. My fingers digging into the back of his shirt. Trying to press him even closer than he already is. His fingers trace the curve in my neck, I tilt my head back and his lips come down on mine. Hungrily, and passionately. I know Daniel will see this. He will probably be crushed, but I can barely fit anything in my mind in this moment except for me and this boy. I don't know his name, or anything about him. But I'm kissing him, like my lips, body and heart were created for his.
How did I get into a situation like this? In a town I've never been in, with my ex boyfriend watching in horror, I'm kissing a stranger. Who isn't really a stranger.
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