I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but I didn't know her. That'd be awkward, right? I'm just a stranger to her. She simply sat there, holding her head in her hands. She was shaking slightly, making me assume she was crying. I contemplated approaching her. What if she didn't want to talk? I wouldn't want to if I was upset, but maybe she's different. She was crying in public, after all. I argued with myself mentally for several minutes. Should I? What if I just upset her more?
I groaned, "Why is it so difficult to socialize?"
I shook my head, deciding to approach her. Just as I began walking towards her, she began walking away. Her hair covered her eyes, blocking my view. I wanted to follow her, but wasn't that considered illegal? It was considered a stalkerish behavior, right? I shook my head, deciding to follow her.
"It won't do any harm, "A voice in my head reassured me.
"It won't do any harm, "I repeated softly.
I was a few people behind her, but I could see her. I could pick her out of a crowd, even. She was beautiful, she could put a diamond to shame. Her long blond hair swayed behind her. God, she was beautiful. Suddenly, everything came back to me. She died, for me. She ripped her own heart out. So, how was she here? Tears began gathering in my eyes. I had to catch up to her, I had to. I had so many questions, so many regrets, I wasn't going to hold back this time. I wouldn't, I couldn't. Suddenly, she was being pushed from person to person. She began to panic, crying slightly as she looked for someone to help her. Her eyes, it was her! I had to get to her. Her eyes widened in recognition, she began calling my name. She reached her hand out to me, but I was too far away. I had to get closer. I shoved people out of my way, I had to get to her. She was here, we could start over! I was so close now, I reached my hand out. Just as our hands were about to touch.
I stared, she was still there. I felt something wet beneath my eye. Was I crying, why?
I shook my head, "I must've zoned out arguing with myself."
I walked over to the bench, sitting beside her. She looked up at me through the corner of her eye.
"Hi," She said quietly.
"Hi, "I replied shyly.
"Why were you crying?"
"I...I'm not sure. I zoned out and kind of started daydreaming."
"Oh, was it a bad one?"
"I'm...not sure. It was sad, but..."
"But what?"
"It seemed...familiar, in a way."
"How?"
We began talking, mostly with me answering her questions. She was cute and seemed familiar. Her voice, her hair. I couldn't have known someone as beautiful as her, though. Right? At some point in the conversation, she giggled, making me smile.
"So, what was wrong earlier? If I may ask."
"Oh, that. I just...I missed someone."
"Who?"
She looked up at me, but her hair wasn't hiding her eyes. I recognized those eyes. My eyes widened in recognition as she spoke, "You."
I woke up, it was just a dream. It was all a dream, she was gone. Yet, alive in my mind. I wanted to be with her, but she was gone. I could be with her in my mind, though. Right?