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You could hear your name, whispered on the breeze as you walked home. The cool night air gently nipped at your cheeks as you kept your pace, your breath visible in little puffs, even in the dwindling light. 

You tried not to react to the whisper, having heard it most of the day today, but found nothing that could have been making it. It was just your mind, you were certain, playing on your hopes and dreams. Besides, you had bigger things to worry about.

Grimacing, you hunched your shoulders a little more, eyes trained on the ground before you. You were not looking forward to getting “home”, if it could even be called that, your stomach twisting itself in knots at the thought. How you wished you could be anywhere else.

Very suddenly, there was a harsh blast of wind, making you stumble and look up in fright. At the edge of the forest, on the other side of the road, you saw someone standing there, someone you had seen in your dreams many times. They were the only part of your day that you looked forward to anymore, but they had stopped visiting your dreams a few days ago, leaving a rift that you didn’t know how to fill.

Absently you wondered if you really had gone mad, as you knew that they were not human, nor were they anything other than a dream. If it weren’t for the cold and the ache in your bones, you would have sworn that you had simply fallen asleep, dreaming wistfully of what could be.

As they reached out for you, urging you to come to them, you hesitated, knowing that you shouldn’t be feeding this delusion. With an aching heart, you hesitantly moved to keep walking past, you were going to be late. 

Your name was called once more, this time more desperately, and another abrupt gust of wind made you stumble from your course. Looking up at them again, you felt your heart ache painfully, and tears sting your eyes. Would it really hurt to give in? You had obviously gone insane already, what more could it do?

Without realising it, you found yourself slowly bridging the gap between you, barely noticing the way the forest shifted and changed behind them, the closer you got. With a soft relieved smile, they pulled you into their arms, holding you close. They felt firm, alive, real. 

“It’s ok now… I have you. I’m never letting go.” 

They murmured softly, stepping back and pulling you with them, warmth starting to chase away the cold. The street faded away from view, leaving nothing but the wind to take notice of your departure.