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You were working in your front yard, putting up Halloween decorations as fall had just begun and it was your favorite time of year. The sky was grey and threatening to rain, but you were excited to be outside anyway. Suddenly you heard a city bus rumble up the street. You turned to look, and wait, where did that guy just come from? The bus didn’t stop, but you could have sworn you hadn’t seen anyone come up the road. He had his back to you, standing at the edge of your yard in a black leather jacket and dark jeans, his long black hair blowing gently in the cool fall breeze.
You went back to work attaching the cloth ghosts to the tree branch. Glancing over your shoulder again you noticed a neighbor come out of his house and was talking to the stranger like they has been friends for ages. But when you looked back, you could have sworn he had short black hair, wasn’t it just almost to his shoulders? You shook the thought from your mind, maybe you were dehydrated, or needed more coffee. They both glanced over at you, noticing you noticing them, and you hastily went back to work on a plastic skeleton.
Your neighbor was walking back into his house when you stole another look. Red hair! And long again! What was happening? You closed your eyes, pressing your palms against your eyelids. Who was this person? His sudden arrival, the way he kept changing as if by magic, and against all reason, you felt almost magnetically attracted to him, like you were meant to find each other. Opening your eyes, you glanced around and now was he coming over to you? And his hair is most certainly white and very short again.
"Hello, I suppose it's time I finally introduced myself. I'm Gerard."
"(YN)" you replied.
"I know," he said with a devilish smirk. A voice in your head screamed a warning, pleading you to at least demand answers, but something within you didn't care, throwing all caution to the wind. You didn't care if this magical being had been following you, watching you, waiting for you. Whatever spell he had put you under when he appeared in the yard was more than fine with you and you’d follow him anywhere.
You sat up with a start, sweat rolling down your face. You looked around your dark room and then rushed to the window and looked out. The tree in your front yard was bare, waiting for the Halloween decorations you had in the box in your living room. You planned to put them up once it had stopped raining, which it had been for days now.
You hadn't expected to have the same dream three nights in a row, the stranger with the magical hair named Gerard showing up, knowing who you are. You grabbed your book of dream symbols and looked up the meaning of recurring dreams. It said the meaning of recurring dreams is you have a problem you haven’t yet addressed, but that meant nothing to you. The only problem you had was this vivid dream happening over and over, so you shut the light off again and attempted to get back to sleep. Gerard’s hazel eyes pierced through your thoughts until your alarm went off a few hours later.
That afternoon the sky was grey and getting darker as the day progressed, but you were determined to get your Halloween decorations hung up. You had pulled on your thick black leggings, sneakers and your fleece jacket over a long sleeve shirt to stay warm against the miserable weather. You set about your work, but every time a car went up the street you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
You heard a door slam and saw your neighbor across the street had come out and was puttering around his yard. You gulped, a feeling of déjà vu coming over you. The wind picked up and you thought you heard the roll of thunder in the distance. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a crow swoop out a nearby tree.
You turned back to your work, determined to finish before it started to storm when you heard it, the afternoon bus lumbering up the road. Almost involuntarily, you turned to see the figure with long black hair, wearing a leather jacket facing the street. The bus hadn't stopped, and no car had pulled up. It truly was like he had dropped out of the sky.
You focused on the plastic skeleton in your hand, fingers trembling, fumbling to connect the string around the branch. As you pleaded with yourself to keep focused, a crack of thunder split the air, startling you right off the step stool you were using, and you landed flat out on your back with a thud.
You opened your eyes and those haunting hazel eyes stared back.
"Hello, I suppose it's time I finally introduced myself. I'm Gerard." He said helping you to sit up, plucking a leaf from your hair.
"I know, I'm (YN)" you replied.
"Perfect," he said with that same smirk you saw before.