Chapter Thirteen: Dreaming

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“You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.”

-          John Lennon

It was Arin who visited Matt once again that afternoon. He stared at the unconscious man, absolutely puzzled. He didn’t sit. He came for a purpose. He had a question, even though he knew he wouldn’t get the answer.

“I’ve been having dreams about you and Jimmy, Matt.” He said softly. “Like dreams where I go and see you and Jimmy’s there and he’s alive. I-I don’t understand them. Are they just dreams? Because, I mean, they feel so real.”

He wrung his hands and bit his lip, confusion and desperation written all over his features.

“Matt, I think I’m falling for you, and I can’t let that happen. It was only a dream, they’re only dreams. You can’t love someone who you only really know from your dreams, can you?”

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