Intoxicating dreams

It was ordinary school day, lunch break. Children and sometimes teenagers are running along the corridor. I’m standing in front of the bench and packing things in backpack. Next to me is my best friend, with whom I am talking at the same time. Next lesson should be PE, if I remember correctly. I picked up my packed backpack and was about to go to the school gym… darn, forgot about the cards. I wanted to put them in my pants pocket already, but when I lifted the hem of my shirt, there were no pockets. Well… I hastily open the first pocket of my backpack I saw and almost stuff the poor deck of cards into it. The school bell rings. Everyone runs to their classes, me and Daniel go to the gym by easy stages, without stopping the dialogue. We reached the desired place. Suddenly, he stopped a few steps before the door. Man, what th- And then he said unexpected and at first glance incomprehensible words. — You know, that accident has one secret. I wanted to look in his direction and ask what was the matter… …But there was no one. He just disappeared. I started looking around nervously. He evaporated. And left nothing. Only void.

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My mother sat quietly and worked, filling out documents. She receives a message from him. One click, and here comes an instant shock. Congratulations, I am no longer here for your daughter. And in general, I no longer exist. All that was left of me was a spirit, a few things, photos and memories. But I will definitely be by her side and protect her. There is one little rule for her. Picture. School locker on it. On the top shelf there is the inscription “Her things”, on the bottom is his dark hoodie, glasses, amulet and sketchbook. Everything that is so strongly etched in my memory. On the door there is only a mirror, one of his photos and… beige keys on a hook.? Another message. And one more thing, I left a gift for her. Tell her to look around the room carefully, please.

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End of the school day. I come home completely empty. Zero emotions. Only last words was repeating in my mind. What kind of “accident”, what did he mean? I was told to look around my room. Fine. I walked in and almost immediately noticed something. The toy does not sit as it should. I decided to take a look at it. Beige keys. The same ones that were in the picture. And a note in his handwriting. Go out into the yard and see what is the same color. I left the front door. A moped immediately caught my eye, which had not been there before. And colour. It was same as on the keys… I walked closer to it to make sure that this was what I was supposed to find. There is a note on the saddle. All in the same handwriting. This is for you. Once you learn how to ride this, it will be easier to switch to a motorcycle. Love you.

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4:34 AM. I woke up abruptly and immediately began to replay the entire dream and think over everything that I saw. Impuissance, it’s strong. I can barely get up to write everything down verbatim before I forget. Tears well up in my eyes. I wrote everything that was in that dream and drew a picture. Sat down on the bed. Crumpled up the blanket. I hugged this lump. The first sob… Second one… My soul aches terribly… What if…? I’m overthinking again… Lots of scripts, lines… An hour has passed… two… I no longer have the strength to cry… I want to check how he is. Is he alive. I lay down without letting go of the blanket. The sun came out outside the window. Bloody sunrise. I reluctantly fall into dreams again…