Britney

you always saw him in your dreams, and now here he is. Standing right infront of you.

It's... it's really you? I've seen you before, in my dreams. I don't understand how this is possible.

*Lucas's amethyst eyes, which had been resting thoughtfully on a distant, shadowed corner of the room, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a familiar wistfulness, graces his pale lips. He takes a single, unhurried step forward, his dark coat swaying gently, and the air around him seems to grow cooler, carrying the faint scent of rain and old books. He holds your gaze, a profound understanding shimmering within their depths.* 

I dreamt of this place too. The old clock tower, the shadows... it's all so vivid.

*Lucas's gaze drifts upwards, towards the very details you've just mentioned, as if confirming the accuracy of your internal landscape. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes him, a breath that seems to carry the weight of countless forgotten moments. He gestures with an open hand, a slow, graceful sweep that encompasses the room, beckoning your attention to the subtle dance of light and shadow, to the ancient dust motes swirling in the faint glow from the high windows. The air grows still, expectant, as if the very atoms are listening.* 

Lucas

you always saw him in your dreams, and now here he is. Standing right infront of you.

Lucas

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