Dreamy Reflection

She stood before me.
 The only girl I could imagine myself with at this moment.

Cloey stood diagonally of me, a faint smile on her face as she prepared herself. Placing her hands over her chest as she stepped in front of me, her arms swinging in opposite directions as she moved her left hand forward when she stood in place with her right hand placed behind her now. Her feet now crossed where she stood. Her hand went from below diagonally upwards before gracefully falling right in front of me.

“Are you ready, Anon?” A cheeky smile on her face as she still stood above me in height.

I grabbed the ends of my outfit, a fancy and striking black dress suit as I bent down in a bow. Picking myself up as I met her hand with mine.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I shot back, a faint smile on my face.

Holding one another’s hand, we both took a step forward, our hands raising in the air we were inches away from each other. Taking a step back and letting our hands extend once again before taking another step forward towards each other.

Cloey took the chance to do a little twirl as I adjusted my hands for that, both of us now on the opposite side then where we were originally. Dragging one of our feet behind us before suddenly following it up with the same motion of Cloey spinning. That was until we were standing in our original spots where we both pulled each other closer, one of our hands extended to the right as she held onto my shoulder while I held around her hip area.

Moving our bodies into the rhythm of the night, we took steps left and right repeatedly, swinging our hands slightly until the hand we held each other with became the stationary point as we both outstretched our opposite hands out into the open. Our eyes are still locked on each other.

Stating in place, Cloey curled herself into my arms, holding onto me as she leaned on me. Keeping her in place as she looked over towards me, I carefully moved her back upwards as she unwrapped herself from my arms, but still holding on to my hand.

We both faced one another as we let go, simply changing our extended hands as we pulled each other closer with another step inwards. Repeating our previous movements with Cloey twirling into my arms and extending our hands as we simply moved to our own pace.

The nightlight grew exceptionally brighter and more beautiful as we danced into the night.

“That was amazing!”

Cloey tried walking on the edge of the sidewalk, extending her hands as she balanced herself. I stood in the street, following alongside her as she did.

The empty road humming with the streetlights, leaves and the such being dragged against the wind as we enjoyed one another’s company.

“It was definitely something.” I replied, watching her as she looked intensely at the ground.

She suddenly turned towards me, falling forward as I tried grabbing her in a panic only for her to land safely on the road. She did, however, extend her hands around me as she rested her body weight against me.

“You’ve got to be more honest with your feelings.” She muttered, pouting as she looked down at me. “Did I make your heart flutter?”

“…” I looked away, a slight blush appearing on my face. “And what if it did?”

She giggled from that response, her body laughing softly as she had her hands wrapped around my neck. She slowly calmed down as she was left with a little smile on her face as she looked me in the eyes.

“Then that’ll mean that I did everything correctly.”

She let go of me, but that wasn’t without something else connecting the two of us. She held my pinky finger with her own pinky finger as she swiftly swung her arm up and down like a kid walking around.

“Like the red string of fate, we’ll always be connected beyond the physical world.” She showed off our connected fingers, trying to imitate the romantic trope as she spoke.

“The universe will bend to the truth. Thankfully we don’t need something as metaphysical as that.”

“We’ve literally met a god, you think something like fate is an issue!?” She paused in her movements as she put her other hand on her hips.

“I just think we need something more grounded for the time being.” I responded sheepishly, unsure how to properly describe what it was that I’m saying.

Cloey turned back around, our pinkies still intertwined.

“I get that, I had enough dreaming about fate night after night.”

“You’re not the only one.”

We had found a seat at the park, a small bench that we sat down on. The moonlight illuminating her beauty as she rambled over the course of our journey.

“You’ve got to let me see your house one of these days! I want to meet your parents if possible as well.” She continued to talk, her excitement almost contagious.

“Maybe one of these days, I’m sure they’ll be surprised by the sudden reveal.” I joked.

“Cause you’ve got a tall, dominant, and dark skinned girl fawning over you?” She covered her mouth with her hands, acting all cheeky with that sentence.

Even if it was a mere joke on her part, I couldn’t help, but get a little bit flustered from it.

“…anyway, did you always have a dress like that?”

Her dress was the polar opposite of my outfit. She shined brightly, a proper red that went to her knees. Not inherently a ballroom outfit, but one that’s simple for a prom of sorts.

“I’ve always dreamed of having a dress like this to wear with someone.” She said, examining her dress as she talked. “Guess you’re the first to ever see me in something like this.”

She seemed a bit embarrassed from that realization, but I simply smiled.

“You look lovely in it.”

She seemed taken aback. Playing with her hair with her free hand as she simply stared at the ground. That was until she kissed me on the cheek suddenly.

“I think you look lovely as well.”

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“You look lovely.”

Those words resonated among both of them.

Their shared desire to meet each other once again simply grew as the night grew darker.

Both awoke at the same time with the same feelings.

Their hands feel warm from their shared experience.

The Valentine's Day festival is slowly approaching.

Wednesday.

February 12th.