I know that the title above seemed to imply some emotional story behind but honestly I'm just gonna have this dream of mine exposed to some public which I'm not sure of will say that this is 'relatable'. I know. Yes. I do know. It is.
Okay, so here is the story.
There was this popular 'unnamed' girl who was both been loved and hated and will like forever be treated that way in my dream who when she met this familiar-looking guy felt something different like she's uncomfortable when she's in his crowd or just when he's around. It's like she can't help but to feel so conscious of herself. And after a few flips of pages in my dreamland, I found that it seems like the girl is taken into some choosing thing. She was about to choose between two people. Two, somehow, relatable individuals.
She was in a party and with a guy whom she's somehow rumored to be with but for her it is partly true but never been officially true. But that was because she never knew she'd be falling for him. She's just with this guy 'coz it seems like that she should be with him even though some people out there don't like that 'coz they're obviously jealous with her. The guy was gorgeous, of course. Totally perfect for her. But for some unknown reason, she felt incomplete. It's like she's looking for someone. Someone who's out there in the middle of the crowd laughing with champagne and an intimidating tux. Yes, it was the guy before she's so uncomfortable with and it's like impossible for her to ever be comfortable with him.
Her distant thoughts seemed to be noticeable and her ever-patient partner came to notice it. He talked it out of her and she tried to deny her distracted mind. Due to this guy's persistence, she revealed it to him. The guy's face appeared to have failed in keeping those disappointed eyes. She saw it but was confused. She saw it but was damn distracted.
The guy's name after I heard the girl said it in my dream was Michael. Michael went to the guy in the middle of that laughing crowd and then called the guy Cedric. The two breathtaking souls walked to the direction where the girl stood. And then, Michael said her name. It was Isabelle.
The memory became vague after that introduction between Cedric and Isabelle but what I'm sure of is that they both knew each other before with a huge thing behind such meeting and something had happened between the two of them which I do not know.
The thing I remembered next was that Isabelle was talking to Cedric and then, with reasons so unclear, Cedric left her alone. She was left alone standing beside a bar where Cedric had ordered her a gin martini. She was standing there like a statuesque doll made and mixed of 80's beauty with lineage of European blood. Her perfect platinum blond hair. Pale rosy cheeks with lips like of cherries. Perfect. Perfectly imperfect. She whispered to herself, "Now, I lost them two."
And then, I heard stilettos clicking fast on the tiled floor of the room where they're at. She was running. Tears in her green Irish eyes. And then, she stopped. Michael was standing behind her, a tight grip held her to her feet. Looking through those eyes, she can't seem to move an inch. She tried to look away. But she can't.
"I know those tears." Michael said. He let go of her. "I know." He was to hold her in his arms when she ran again. Michael went after her.
As that scene came to a blur, I found a crazy transition. Michael anymore running after her but it was Cedric. Cedric now without his tux, only his striped black and white polo left. He was running after her.
Isabelle stopped for a while as she was in the middle of going up to the long marble staircase. She glanced back and waited. Then, Cedric was there again as he popped out of the door where she'd left open. Cedric grinned at her. She seemed to take that negatively and ran as fast as she could to the second-floor.
Then, a noise in the garage was heard. She stopped and then looked back and found him standing behid her gasping for air. She grabbed his collars and hid themselves behind a large wooden door in her bedroom. It was a bleary scene as they stare at each other's eyes. And it was then as the story ends that her parents who shouldn't have returned yet have returned home and it was Isabelle's secret party.
Yes, that's the END. I know. I couldn't even pass a million disagreements with it. But it ended like that. And I'm obviously so curious why a series of intriguing scenes have been oddly cut off.
Anyway, a relief it is to me that I have shared that. Another story will be posted for it's been in my head ticking me up like some desperate writer. Soon, and I'll have another title to dispose out of my mind.
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