H A R R Y -

I dreamt of her the next night.

I was driving us somewhere far away. The sun was shining and everything around us was a lush green, it was summer and everything had come alive.

I remember pulling up to a library.

"Where are we?" Elena, beautiful and bashful, asked.

"East Lake."

"I spent a lot of time here as a child," her eyes were bright and excited.

I watched her look around at the children's books. She was not a child, no, but an alarming innocence became more obvious as you spent time with her. She was kind, soft, even pure in heart. You'd be lucky if she loved you.

"Run away with me, honey," I said aloud, extending my hand towards her.

Seconds lasted eternities as she walked towards me, the faint glow of the sun illuminating her cheeks. Elena took my hand and grinned.

"Okay," she agreed.

But just as she begins to walk, she fades away. She disappears right before my eyes.

I know. I know I will never find anyone as perfect. It takes guts to let yourself fall for someone. There is a certain strength, a specific vulnerability you need. There will come a moment when you have to look over that abyss and jump.

I have jumped before. I will not jump again.

"You know, maybe we are as tragic as Romeo and Juliet," she giggles, fading away, "maybe Shakespeare had it all right. Someone must have broken his heart into pieces. Someone broke Zayn's heart, too."

"You won't break my heart," I call out, watching her appear by the large window overlooking the lake. Her mentioning him strikes me as very odd, but I ignore it. "You aren't capable of breaking anyone's heart, honey."

Elena tells me to come closer, her pointer finger drawing me in playfully. I walk slowly in fear that it will make her begin to fade away more. It's just a dream, but this is the only way we can be together until she returns.

"Besides, Romeo and Juliet both die at the end."

Elena turns to look at me, startled. "Do I not die in the end?"

My blood turns to ice. "No, don't fucking say that."

"Why are you swearing at me? I just asked you a question, Harry. I'm sorry for upsetting you."

She takes my hand and rests her head on my thigh, closing her eyes and breathing softly.

"I don't like it when you say things like that, Lena, you know I don't. Tell me where you are so I can come find you. How's about that? I can pick you up."

I had to make this as appealing as I could for her. In dreams, she was so loopy, almost absent. I guess she was always the same. Always distracted, not all there when she was with me, even in real life. Nothing made much sense to her, I could tell by the way she stared at me for too long as if questioning if I was real or not.

I was going crazy. She was in my dream, this wasn't real. Whatever shit I had read about lucid dreaming was clearly accurate though, because this was crazy realistic to me. I was so much more awake in this dream than I had ever been when I was awake.

"I'm in the forest," she said plainly, as if it was so painfully obvious.

"The forest?" I whispered.

"You won't rescue me, Harry. I can feel how much pain you're in."

"How do you know that?" I asked, my voice breaking a little.

Elena let go of my hand. "You know how I feel about him."

"It's always gonna be him, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry," She stood up and began to walk towards the window. The sun shines too brightly for me to follow her and for a moment, it blinds me completely. I'm engulfed in white light that burns my eyes and blurs everything else, I can feel my eyes getting teary eyed just by the impact of it, and just when I feel my head getting hot, it stops.

The sun disappears and I'm left alone in the library.

Elena is gone and it's dark again.

Wake up, Harry. It was a dream.

It was just a dream. Another dream.