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Camden woke up to the sound of the alarm on her bedside table. “I can’t believe I had that dream again…” She thought to herself as she turned it off and started getting ready for her morning ballet class.
Ever since the British girl had moved to America to attend a dance academy, she had been having recurring dreams in which she was hanging out with a girl, the same one every time. The two of them, apparently, were madly in love: they were going on dates, and they had even started a family together.
Camden didn’t even know if that girl actually existed or not, but for some strange reason, she felt as if the two of them already shared a special connection, and they were eventually going to meet one day.
“I wonder if she is as pretty as she is in my dreams…” She mumbled, sighing. “Will I ever find her?”
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A couple of days later, Camden was walking around the park, taking a much-needed break from all the ballet training. The redheaded girl was basking in the sun and the delicate breeze, when all of a sudden, she spotted a familiar figure in the distance.
“Wait a second! Could that be…” She said, gasping and moving a few steps forward in order to have a closer look.
A couple of feet in front her was a young girl about the same age as her. The girl in question was sitting on a bench, feeding breadcrumbs to some ducks. She had wavy black hair, big brown eyes and a beautiful smile on her face.
Camden couldn’t believe her eyes. It might have just been a coincidence, but the girl on the bench looked exactly like the one in her dreams.
“Not only is she pretty…she is more beautiful that I could have ever imagined!” Camden thought, blushing from the increasing nervousness. “Well, what do I do now? Do I just…walk up to her?”
That’s exactly what Camden did after breathing in deeply and taking courage. She approached the girl on the bench, trying not to scare her.
“Hi…sorry for bothering you…I know I am a complete stranger to you, and this is gonna sound very weird, but I have been seeing you in my dreams a lot lately, and I think you are kind of, like, my soulmate?” Camden blurted out, immediately regretting it. “Shit, now she is definitely gonna think I am a creep!” She thought.
Instead, the dark-haired girl just giggled. “Oh, really? Well, I am glad that I am the soulmate of such a pretty girl with an adorable accent!” The girl said amusedly, smiling as she looked at Camden.
“Oh…thank you so much…your accent is really cute too!” The redhead said, blushing even more than she already was.
“My name is Angeria by the way, but you can call me Angie… what about you?” The girl said, making space of the bench and allowing Camden to sit next to her.
“Right, sorry…I am Camden, I just moved here from London to study ballet!”
The two girls started an enjoyable conversation, and the more they got to know each other, the more Camden was certain that Angeria was, indeed, her soulmate. She was not only beautiful, but also funny, sweet and kind-hearted…truly everything she could have hoped for.
“It was so nice meeting you Camden, but now I really have to go… I really hope to see you again!” Angeria said, waving the ballerina goodbye as she walked away.
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A couple of days had passed since she met Angeria. Camden was supposed to concentrate on her class, but couldn’t stop thinking about her. “If only we had exchanged phone numbers…how I wish I could see her again” She thought, sighing.
All of a sudden, one of the faculty members from the academy entered the room and asked Camden to come outside for a minute.
Camden gasped. “Am I in trouble?” She thought.
Instead, the faculty member just said “Some sent this for you earlier…”, handing Camden a red rose with a card on it. The card said, in beautiful handwriting: “For Camden: here’s my phone number! I would really love to bring you on a date, if you are up for it! With love, your soulmate”.
Camden had never felt happier. Not only had she found her soulmate, but her soulmate liked her back!
“Some dreams really do come true!” She thought, smelling the rose and smiling, Angie still on her mind.