Dandelion Wishes

I.

The timelines are frayed and worn and bleeding together like false hope. A cedar wood scent has you turning to search for cerulean eyes. They are already trained on you. You look away instinctively, heart fluttering, hands shaking.

II.

His face is softening like thawing ice as he gazes at you. A joke and a laugh and all things seemingly harmless have you laying awake at night holding daydreams and dandelion wishes.

III.

He is standing close, leaning closer, his voice gentle and soothing and hypnotic. Is this what hell is? Finding heaven in a locked safe? Finding happiness in the arms of somebody who cannot hold you?

IV.

You hear the words I love you said casually over a phone call and find yourself picturing a brown wooden fence and a two story house, floor to ceiling windows and a sunken lounge. In another life... maybe... maybe it could be you. But there are no nine lives to lead you to him, just the kind of chemistry that doesn't stand a chance.

V.

There is no ending because there is no beginning. The timelines are an array of stars with only darkness between them. A soft voice whispering your name has you turning to face him, cerulean eyes meeting your own. You don't look away. You couldn't even if you tried. You can't bring yourself to try.

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