Guardian- Chapter two

Dear Reader: it is essential that you read the first chapter in order to understand the story.

Days pass like a blur, the loneliness of each night seems to be empty.

It has been two weeks and I haven’t dreamt of the stranger that helped me.

“You are going crazy Rose” I hear my conscious telling me every morning, but ever since I met him, ever since I felt that peace I can’t help but feel that we are connected. Somehow this stranger is a part of my life now, and I’ll never forget him. He was more than a breath of life, he is that part of me that is missing.

I spend my days daydreaming of who he is, keeping my eyes open to strangers that just might emanate that glow that I’m looking for.

I decide to call Aunt Nina, she was part of my dream maybe we both had the same dream.

“Hello love”

“Hi Ni! How are you?” I ask

Once the complimentary questions were out of the way, I ask her if everything is alright.

“Yes” she replies “Although I dreamt that you saved me from being killed in a war zone.”

“Really? Was there anyone with me Ni? Did you see another guy?” I ask eagerly.

Her answer was not filled with hope, neither did it give me any satisfaction or peace of mind.

I refuse to stop looking: one person, two dreams and one objective- Protect me.

During grade 10 Maths class I sit up looking at Miss Smith, there is certainty on her face, she is so sure about her methods of calculations. Her confidence forces me to sit up and question the sensibility of my thoughts and actions of the last 2 weeks. The lack of evidence proves that it was just my subconscious fulfilling my inner unspoken desire. The man from my dream is not real.

I spend my day watching Scooby-doo and baking vanilla cupcakes, as I spoon in the batter into the cupcake cups something dawns upon me.

I freeze and focus on my train of thought and then I remember- Amidst the war around me, amidst the people in the truck, he puts me down gently and then whispers something in my ear. I cannot hear what he says, but I feel his breath caress my ear and neck. He then kissed me and walked away- Disappearing into the crowd.

I drop the spoon and try and focus on the dream, to try and find out what he said to me that fell on a deaf ear. No matter how hard I think it doesn’t come to me, but I am certain that he spoke to me. I begin questioning myself; why had I not remembered this after the dream? Why did my subconscious hide that part from me? And why did I remember it now?

I crouch on the floor cleaning up the mess that I made when I dropped the spoon and realisation embraces me:

He must have said good bye to me. It would be the only reason why he whispered something and never returned to my dreams. Sadness fills my heart, while a hot ball of tears form in my throat.

How can I feel this way for a complete stranger whose intention was to kidnap me?

How can I fall in love with the enemy?

At that instant I decide that:

I want to see him again, I want to speak to him. I am not going to give up, I have never experienced such emotion that I felt in those dreams in my life.

I am not willing to let it go, a part of me knows his out there, a part of me knows he is true, I just need to keep on trying to reach out so that I can prove I am not insane.

So that I can prove that my love is real.