The gold in his eyes glittered and that kaleidoscope-like movement drew me in for a few seconds. “You know, there’s something really familiar about you, but I just can’t put my finger on it. Was the hospital the first time we met?”
I sucked in a quick, sharp breath but managed to play it off as indifference. I didn’t even want to think about the possibility that he may be starting to remember the dreams. So I simply shrugged and shook my head, feigning ignorance. “It was good to see you. I hope your rehab works out for you.”
“Thanks. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” The saddened tone beneath those words ate at my heart a bit.
I smiled and waved as I walked away. I glanced at my phone and noticed the new contact, Evan Gilden, with his email and number on it. It took all the strength I had to delete it.
I didn’t know if what happened between me and Chance was real. Maybe we did meet in some type of in-between that night. Maybe in that moment our spirits did create some type of bond that he was able to tap into while in the coma. And as crazy as it seemed, maybe he really did find a way to meet me in my dreams. Or maybe my imagination just happened to be spot-on accurate with my creation, like his love of snow cones and playing soccer. I didn’t know but I was done analyzing it.
I did know one thing though. Maybe it was cause I knew I was dreaming all those nights, but for the first time in my life, I opened myself up to someone and allowed complete vulnerability. We were caged within my dreams, but for the first time ever, I learned to love. So real or imaginary, Chance was and always will be, one of my first true loves.