Tidal | Neuvillette

XVII

- tidal waves code for dreams -

As she steps through the threshold of her home, a sense of relief washes over her like a gentle wave. The familiar sights and sounds of her surroundings envelop her, offering a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world. With a sigh, she sheds the Chief's coat, hanging it carefully by the door like a silent sentinel standing guard.

In the quiet solitude of her apartment, she allows herself a moment of respite, sinking into the comfort of her favorite armchair. The events of the evening replay in her mind like a vivid tapestry, each moment etched with a clarity that belied its fleeting nature. Despite the challenges she had faced, there's a sense of accomplishment in knowing that she had weathered the storm with grace and resilience. She decided to unwind the cold night with a cup of tea to keep her warmth inside.

With a steaming cup of tea in hand, she settles in for the night, the warmth of the beverage chasing away the lingering chill of the evening air. As she reflects on the events of the day, she can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected twists and turns that had brought her to this moment. It was cold night.. perhaps something such as his attire count keep me warm...

Not bad.

And as she drifts off to sleep, the Chief's coat draped over the her body like a silent guardian, she knows that no matter what challenges tomorrow may bring, she'll face them with the same strength and determination that had carried her through this night.

As she drifts into the realm of dreams, the image of the Chief of Justice appears before her like a specter, his presence looming large in the ethereal landscape of her mind. He stands before her, bathed in a soft, golden light, his features softened by a gentle glow that seems to emanate from within. His eyes, deep pools of warmth and wisdom, capture her gaze, drawing her in with an irresistible magnetism... as if a beacon of light.

They stand in a vast, open field, the grass swaying gently in the breeze as if dancing to a silent melody. The air is alive with the scent of wildflowers and the distant echo of birdsong, a symphony of nature's serenade. In the distance, the sun dips below the horizon, casting hues of pink and gold across the sky like a canvas painted by the hand of the divine.

As she approaches him, a sense of peace washes over her like a gentle tide, soothing the frayed edges of her soul. His voice, a melodic cadence that resonates with quiet authority, washes over her like a soothing balm, filling her with a sense of calm and clarity.

They walk together, side by side, their footsteps falling in sync with the rhythm of the earth beneath their feet. With each step, she feels a connection growing between them, a bond that transcends time and space. And as they reach the edge of the field, he turns to her with a smile that lights up the darkness like a beacon of hope.

As she slowly emerges from the depths of her dream, a lingering sense of confusion washes over her like a fog obscuring the clarity of her thoughts. The memory of the Chief of Justice's presence lingers in her mind like a half-remembered melody, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach. For a moment, she struggles to reconcile the vivid imagery of her dream with the stark reality of her waking life.

With a furrowed brow, she casts a glance around her dimly lit room, the shadows dancing on the walls like whispers in the night. The remnants of her dream cling to her like cobwebs, leaving her feeling disoriented and unsure of what is real and what is merely a trick of her subconscious.

"...that's new."

But try as she might, the details of her dream remain elusive, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. The sense of confusion that had plagued her upon awakening slowly fades, replaced by the steady rhythm of everyday life.

But deep down, beneath the surface of her conscious thoughts, a seed of curiosity has been planted—a nagging feeling that there is more to her dream than meets the eye. And as she goes about her day, she can't shake the feeling that the Chief of Justice's presence in her dream was more than just a figment of her imagination.

...

Meanwhile..

In the quiet solitude of his home, the Chief of Justice finds himself lost in thought, his mind wandering to the enigmatic woman who had captivated his thoughts and stirred something deep within his soul. As he sits alone in his study, the soft glow of lamplight casting shadows across the room, he can't help but replay the events of their encounter in his mind, each moment etched with a clarity that defies explanation.

Her image dances before him like a flickering flame, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability that both intrigues and unsettles him. He wonders what secrets lie hidden beneath the surface of her stoic facade, what dreams and desires linger in the depths of her heart.

With a sigh, he leans back in his chair, the leather creaking softly beneath him. Despite his best efforts to push her from his thoughts, she remains a constant presence, a puzzle he can't quite solve. And as he gazes out the window into the velvety darkness of the night, he can't shake the feeling that their paths are destined to cross again, that their connection is far from over.

With a sense of resignation, he sets aside his thoughts for the night, knowing that tomorrow will bring a new day filled with its own challenges and uncertainties. But deep down, beneath the surface of his calm exterior, a flicker of anticipation burns bright—a silent acknowledgment of the mysterious woman who has captured his imagination and left an indelible mark on his heart.

"My mind always wonders back to you..."

guys did this chapter make sense
I havent slept for like a week help

                  (Tysm for 500+ u guys r so cute)