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Avid lay awake from the same nightmare that often plagued him. A stake in his best friend’s heart, a town, a hauntingly beautiful man, screaming in desperation before a stake was driven into his own heart. The screams—his screams—rang in his ears well after he awoke. He clenched his eyes shut, he was fine.
“Certainties and uncertainties.” He mumbled, holding a hand over his heart, his heart that was beating, why wouldn’t it be, “Certainties, I’m alive. Uncertainties… Why I keep having that nightmare.”
He’d be fine, there was no reason he shouldn’t be. He was alive, he was fine. Elle was in the next room over, she was alive, they were both alive.
Why was he so scared that neither of them were?
Hours later Avid was still awake. He knew he wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep after the nightmare, he never did. He ignored Elle’s worried comments, just focused on getting ready for school.
They left minutes later, Elle stopped at the coffee shop she always stopped at. Something about a pretty barista, Avid stopped paying attention to her lesbian rambles.
Avid scrolled mindlessly on his phone, waiting for Elle to stop flirting with the worker.
“Sorry, can I get past you.” An accented voice snapped Avid back into reality.
He glanced up, making eye contact with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. His tongue felt loose in his mouth, he was staring, staring was rude. He couldn’t stop. The other man was undoubtedly gorgeous, but there was something else that was bubbling in Avid’s stomach.
That was the man from his dream. That sounded slightly wrong, Avid could care later.
What was going on?
The other man was holding eye contact with him, his eyes were holding some sort of emotion. Pain? Greif? Avid couldn’t tell, his mind was replaying the nightmare over and over in his head. It was the same person. But that didn’t make any sense, did it?
“S- sorry, yeah.” Avid fumbled, stepping away from the door a bit more.
The man didn’t move for a few more moments.
“Scott!” A red headed girl with thick rimmed glasses burst out of the coffee shop, “Sorry I took so long, I was waiting for Drift and then she never showed and—”
She cut herself off, staring directly at Avid.
The other man, evidently named Scott, “Yeah,” he cleared his throat, “It’s fine, Shelby, let’s go.”
They walked away, the girl (Shelby) was still staring at him. Avid was staring back… He recognized her, how did he recognize them? He’d probably just seen them around school or something, they looked about his age. Yeah, that made sense. That had to be the reasonable answer for seeing someone he’d seen in his dreams.
That was for certain. He’d probably just seen them around and his mind had twisted it into something akin to a Greek Tragedy. Perfectly reasonable.
Right.
Something was certain, though. Avid needed to know more about those two, he wanted to know… It was probably nothing but— He didn’t know. He had to get to class.