Exchangeable ~ Original

Chapter One: DREAMS

Chapter One: Dreams

The plane was being checked for any mechanical issues. Rose was in her seat with a notebook in her hand. She had a pink pen in her right. She opened it up. Her therapist had told her she needed to keep a notebook with her incase of an anxiety attack. The young girl looked out of the window at the ground . She looked back in her notebook and held her pen tightly in her right hand. Rose looked back up at her surroundings, making her calm thoughts go away. She thought about what could happen if the plane crashed or if something happened to the pilot. She looked back in her notebook, and her chocolate brown hair fell into view. She pushed it behind her ear, thinking of what to illustrate on the blank page.

Someone suddenly sat down next to her, making her turn her head towards whatever was just put into the seat next to her. A young boy with dark brown eyes, brown hair, and light porcelain skin was in the seat. He gave her a smile. He looked at her for a moment taking in Rose's features until his phone buzzed. He turned his phone upwards, and looked down at it.

Mom- 'Be safe, I will see you soon!'

The boy had gotten a text message from his mother. Rose did not look at his phone. She was too tired to read, and did not have the audacity to read others messages.

The boy slid his phone into the front pocket of his sweatshirt, however he still had an earbud in. He took the earbud out of his left ear, and switched it to the right ear. He figured if the girl where to say anything then he could hear her. Yet, the girl was much too shy to start a conversation with someone she has never met before, let alone start a conversation with her own family relatives.

Rose smiled at him as he gave her a look. The boy furrowed his eyebrows. He looked at the empty sheet of paper, and then back up at the girl. Then he quickly looked back at the paper. Rose took a deep breath in and settled herself in her seat as the flight attendant's voice boomed over the speakers above the seats.

"Are you having trouble trying to figure out what to draw?" The boy asked.

"Yeah. A little bit." The girl tucked another strand of hair behind her right ear.

"Have you ever drawn what you dream of?" He quietly asked.

"Not really. I usually draw whatever comes to mind first. I just can't think of anything at the moment." Rose told the male sitting next to her.

The boy looked at her, even though Rose was still looking down at the paper. "Well, what did you last dream of?" He asked. Before continuing, he paused. "I'm sorry that was a tad personal. You don't have to answer-"

Rose cut him off not realizing that she did. "Last night I dreamt that I was in a field of grass. This boy came up to me and asked if I had anything to sell him. I told him I did not have anything to sell to him. He looked as if he was a prince of some sort. Just out of proper prince attire. He left without saying anything, but he walked away, and when he left, there was a path that he left made of this really beautiful and clean bricks. As he walked, the path just kept going, yet it stayed behind him. But when he walked, it continued on with him. It was someone I have never seen before, but I remember his face. I knew I have never seen him before, but he just suddenly feels like a familiar presence to me." She looked up at the boy who was sitting in his seat and staring at her. His head cocked to the right ever so slightly. His face held the expression of attentiveness. Rose knew the expression but has never witnessed it before. She had realized his earbuds were no longer in, and he was actually paying attention to her. She felt a sensation of tranquility and composure tingle her body. "Thank you for listening to me." She said without realizing.

"No problem." The boy looked her in the eyes, and held his hand out for her to shake. She looked down at the obvious gesture, and took his hand. He grabbed onto the female's hand tightly and looked back down, but this time her looked directly at her hand in his. "Hyunjin." He said, slightly bowing his head.

"Rose." The girl replied looking at him. The two locked eyes, and their hands stayed in place. In a non subtle manner, Rose's shoulders dropped low and she breathed out as if she was relieved. "It's you." She said slightly furrowing her eyebrows. Hyunjin tilted his head and hummed as if he asked a question. "It's... It's you."

"What do you mean?" Hyunjin asked Rose, incontestably confused on whatever Rose was talking about.

"You are the boy from my dream."