Was this a cruel dream or was she actually here with me?
Am I hallucinating or has every quiet prayer been answered?
The hair was the same, her features almost perfectly as I remembered it but older, more mature. There was only one thing that didn't change, even after seventeen years. Her eyes. Innocent and kind, with hopeful doe eyes so confused about the world and scared of what’s to come, I was instantly pulled.
Just like it was years ago.
And when she spoke, the same way she called her mother in the woods, I knew it was June. “Hello? Is anyone there?”
I couldn’t believe it.
My lips parted, still utterly confused and amazed.
How many times have I yearned for this moment? Waiting for the day I will see her again? How many times have I dreamt of meeting her? And not from afar b
