Although Arwen had realized that she had woken up from a nightmare, she was still in a daze, trying to register all that she saw and all that she felt.
The feeling was surreal …
She couldn't differentiate between the reality and the dream. It all felt happening for real.
Her senses only felt jolting awake when she heard Gianna asking from the side.
"Wenna, did you see my uncle leaving you in your nightmare?" Her voice was still laced with worry.
Arwen glanced up at her, a bit confused.
When Gianna caught the puzzlent on her face, she quickly explained, "When you woke up, you scread: 'Aiden, don't go! Don't leave !' So, was it him you saw in your nightmare?" she asked.
Arwen's confusion deepened —not because she didn't understand what Gianna was talking about. She understood what she ant … but she didn't understand what she called out Aiden's na when she clearly hadn't seen him in his dream.
Didn't she see the young boy from before? The one whose face was still not clear.
She tried to recall her dream. And even though hazy she rembered what she saw.
It was the sa boy … but wait, this ti he wasn't as blurry as he was before. She had seen his eyes.
As she recalled that, the sa shade of chestnut browns flashed from her mories. She could identify that shade very well … because that was the only shade that had enchanted her from the very first ti she had seen it.
It was the sa shade from Aiden's eyes!
How could she not identify it?
But why were his eyes similar to the young boy's?
Could he be …?
Before she could think more about it, she heard Gianna call her na again. "Wenna, what's wrong? You are still sweating. Are you feeling unwell?" As she said that she already dabbed Arwen's face gently with a face towel she had got from the side.
She was actually worried. There seed sothing wrong with Arwen's state. At first, she thought she was probably sweating because of the nightmare. But now, even after waking up, when the sweating didn't stop, she realized sothing wasn't right.
"Sweetheart, I think let's go and see a doctor now."
With that, she already got up, ready to pull Arwen to her feet, but Arwen shook her head.
"I am fine, Anna." She took the towel from her hand and dabbed herself. "Maybe, I haven't adjusted the temperature of the AC. Help adjust it, please."
"AC?" Gianna repeated as if confused by her request. "Winter hasn't left yet. If you reduce the temperature, you will be falling sick. I am telling you sothing is wrong. Let's go and check with the doctor." As she said that, she reached out to press her hand on Arwen's forehead. "God! You are already cold."
"Anna, believe , I am fine. If not, I would be feeling the discomfort. Since I am not, this must just be the effect of the nightmare."
Gianna, although didn't feel like agreeing to it, she didn't press on when Arwen refused to head to the hospital.
"Fine, if you are not going to hospital now. But tomorrow, if you feel unwell, you have to go. Did you get it?"
Arwen nodded, understanding her concern. "I will, don't worry."
Only then did Gianna relax, and sat beside her. Exhaling out a deep breath, she said, "You know how scared I was when I saw you sobbing in your sleep. I never saw you like that before. It was like you were experiencing so kind of pain that was breaking you from the inside. What exactly were you seeing?"
"I …" Arwen didn't know what she was actually dreaming. It was painful. And what surprised her more was that she saw the sa boy in her dream for the second ti.
Given how desperately her younger self wanted him to stay and not leave her, made it clear that he was not just anyone in her life. He was soone she held important —soone about whom she cared.
"Wenna!"
"I saw him again," she slowly said, and Gianna frowned, not quite understanding who she was ntioning.
"Him? Who?"
Arwen glanced at her with so aning in her gaze. "The young boy whom I saw the last ti in my dream."
Gianna's eyes widened as if she found it hard to believe. "You can't be serious. Wasn't he just an imagination last ti?" she asked, half-amazed and half-confused about the boy Arwen was ntioning.
The last ti when Arwen had detailed the dream to her, they had concluded that it was just so imagination where Arwen was imagining the people. After all, she had no rembrance of the existence of that young boy at all.
But now, that she had seen him again, this doesn't seem as a coincidence at all.
After all, coincidences don't repeat. And if it did, then they are not coincidence at all.
Arwen nodded. "I saw him again. This ti he seed to be leaving sowhere. I was asking him not to, but he seed serious. He left regardless of what I said to him."
"That was why you were sobbing?" Gianna asked, rembering how badly she had seen Arwen crying in her sleep earlier. It was like she was experiencing so excruciating pain.
Was it because that boy was leaving?
Arwen didn't know if she was crying or not, but in her dream, she was holding back her tears, not letting them fall.
So, when Gianna ntioned her sobbing, she didn't respond.
"What else did you see this ti?" she asked, curious. "Last ti his face was blurry. Was it the sa this ti? Or were you able to see his face?"
Arwen thought back, her expression growing serious. "His face wasn't clear," she said, pausing slightly before adding, "But … I saw his eyes."
"His eyes?" Gianna blinked. "What could be said with just eyes … that too of a young kid. They all look the sa unless it has so unique colour." she blurted but when saw Arwen's solemn face, she halted.
"Wait! Don't tell , you recognized those eyes?"
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