"What's your biggest dream?"
He turned his head to look at her, a serene smile playing across his lips. They had gone out for a midnight stroll, feeling nostalgic. They ended up on the same bench as they would chat on in the beginning. This time, he wasn't smoking and she was really there. He couldn't help but think about how much has changed between the pair.
With a casual shrug, he replied, "I don't know."
"Really?" She arched a brow. "You have no big dream, nothing to aspire to be, nothing you want to really do?"
Again, he shrugged. "I'm already kind of living the dream. I'm making a name for myself in the indie gaming industry, and I have the most beautiful person I have ever met right beside me. What more can I ask for? What about you?"
She smiled. "I'm feeling the same."
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
