Gina

When I walked in with my mom to the coffee shop, I saw a boy, that actually had no idea what was going on, but I saw he was watching something.

It was as if I had seen him before, but I didn't know where from, it scared me to death.

So I told my mum when she wasn't looking that I was going to the bathroom. Of course I was lying but I wanted to remember when I knew him from.

So I ran after him, but I couldn't see him anywhere. How the hell can you see a guy one minute and then he disappears the next? I thought to myself.

And then I saw him and I went after him. I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. Except it wasn't him, it was another guy, a guy from school, that was the biggest jerk in the world and was trying his best to flirt. And I wonder how he gets the girls I said to myself.

"Sorry, I was looking for someone else, now if you'll excuse me," I said and started to walk off but he pulled me back.

"You're not going anywhere," he said and tried to push me against the wall.

I pushed against him, oh yeah did I mention I'm for some reason good at fighting, not sure why. I pushed him away from me and then put him against the way.

"Ever come near me again, and believe me, it'll be worse, I don't want to hurt you," I said, "but I will, if you ever try and grab me again, got it?" He nodded and I let him go. I then flicked my hand and suddenly he was thrown to the ground. I looked at my hand, and then at the boy.

What the hell just happened? Did I actually do that?

"You certainly stood up to the bullies," a boy said, that same boy I saw at the café. I turned around to look at him, but I couldn't see his face. I frowned.

"Why can't I see your face?" I asked him.

"It's a long story but believe me you'll find out soon, I promise."

My heart suddenly quickened at his voice, it seemed like he cared about me but he hardly knows me, how can he care about me if he doesn't even know me? I asked myself.

I certainly believed in love, not at first sight, but true love, I believed in that sort of thing called Kindred Spirits, but I don't know if it would ever happen to me, in fact it probably wouldn't, with the odds and everything. I was a nobody, no one wanted to know me, my best friend was dead for crying out loud and for all I knew they could blame me for her being dead. In some ways I did blame myself, but I got told not to, so I tried not to blame myself, but it's hard when all you can do is replay that final dreaded moment in your head, it's like reliving what had already been done. I hated it, with a passion.

"How-how do you know me?" I asked, "how do you know anything about me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't, I just know one particular thing, that you don't know about yourself. I didn't realise it was you until you did that to that guy, who by the way deserved it. He was going to hurt you, I would do the same to him, if I were you, and if I had, what you had."

He wasn't making any sense, "you're not making any sense, you know that?" I said.

He sighed, "I know, I know I'm not making any sense and I wish I could explain it, but I'm assuming you know my voice?" He asked, I nodded, swallowing, "I know your voice too, I know it'll sound crazy, but there's a reason why I know your voice, and there's a reason I know your face. It was a dream."

My eyes went wide, no it couldn't be, "no, not it can't be," I said, "that dream, it can't be real, Millie was there still, it couldn't be real, Millie's not here anymore."

"That's the thing with dreams," he said, "even the people we knew and are no longer with us, can still be in our dreams. Believe me, I know more than anyone."

I looked at him, "who did you see in a dream?" I asked, "if you don't mind me asking," he shook his head.

"I don't." He said, "It was my mother, it was years ago, she told me something that I don't recall, but it felt so real it was like she was still here with me." He looked up at me, "was your friend with you in the dream?" He asked, clearly not knowing or not remembering.

"We were just doing our own thing and got attacked by a dragon." I said, "then you saved us, I think. I'm not sure, I only really remember your face and voice. I think it's your because of your voice, but I can't see your face so..." I trailed off and he chuckled, before beginning to take off his hood, when he stopped.

"I have to go," he said, "I'm really sorry, we can talk another time, I just need to go. I'm running from someone and people are clearly following me and they've found me." He explained, then muttered, "I thought I was being careful, damn it!"

I looked down as I got a message on my phone from my mom.

It read;

Thought you were going to the toilet where are you, I'm worried.
Mom 💗

When I looked up from my phone, he was gone.

I frowned before turning away to get back to my mum.

I text her back;

I'll be right there, though I saw someone I knew.

Then I locked my phone and went back to the cafe where my mom was.

A/N: so they finally met in real life but she hasn't seen his face! I'm actually really proud of this chapter. I hope you enjoyed and if you did please vote/comment and I'll see you in the next chapter!