Closure

The fog of myst that usually comes with dreams started to fade away, giving in to the smooth, warm rays of light. Same dream, same amazing amount of emotions, same abbrupt ending. Same shitty wake up: his head felt two sizes to small for his brain.

It was the fifth time he had the same dream. And he was not happy about it. As much as he liked to see her face, he wanted the dreams to stop. He wanted closure and answers, and today was the day he was going to get them.

And it was about time.

There was food on the table, a bunch of clothes scattered on the bed and you could hear the watter running in the bathroom. He never was a multi-tasker. And right then he couldn't even remember where did he get the guts to even think that he could see her. That's why he had his phone in his hand, searching through his contacts. He finally got the number he was looking for.

The male voice at the other end didn't seem too enthusiastic to answer, and skipped over the formalities. After all , they were best friends.

- Please tell me this isn't about that dream of yours.
- Good morning to you too Will.
- Oh, cut the crap, we both know you want to discuss the dream again.
- Actually, there's nothing to discuss. I've made my choice.
- Thank God, you were driving me crazy with your stupid...
- I'm going to see her.
- Come again?!

- I'm going to see her. Maybe she'll know what to say.

- You know you idiot, there's a little thing called " moving on ". I suggest you do it. You have no right to do this.

- No right? What, I can't talk to her now?
- Chris, in case you've forgotten, here's a short recap: she's getting married in four days!
- I know...but I'm still going through with this.
- Fine. Just don't come running to me when instead of answers you'll get even more questions.
- Yeah, I love you too.
- Oh go to hell !

That's all Chris needed. The sense that all odds were against him. Now he knew: today was the day. All bets were off.

******

The coffee shop was packed with people that morning. And he didn't have eyes for anyone but her. Even so, he still didn't know what exactly to tell her, what exactly to ask her, to finally get that feeling of closure. He was just starring at her, hoping for a miracle. And then she saw him.

- Chris! What are you doing here?

She sounded honestly surprised.

- Nothing...I...just came in for some coffee.
" The story of my life...", he thought with anger. " I never have the guts to say what I want to say..."

- Oh no...
- What?
- I know that look. You didn't just come in for coffee, Chris. You want to say something.
- Yeah...well...I had a dream about you last night.
- Oh...what was it about?
- We were back in highschool. And we were together, naturally. I had just managed to raise enough money to buy you 53 red roses. You know, to mark our first year together...You were so happy when I gave them to you.

He was looking straight into her cappucino-brown eyes as he talked, desperately looking for that flame many of us call a spark... He realised he was never going to find it. Because it was gone.

- And then what happened...?
The answer that came was probably the most honest answer he ever gave in his life.
- ...and then I woke up.

He felt tired and bitter, but he knew that now he could start thinking about feeling better...