But the thing is...
The train never hit me. Instead I was violently shooked.
Harry: Evelyn! Wake up! It's just a bad dream, c'mon wake up.
I shoot my eyes open and looked at the person above me. He looked younger somehow than I reminded him before he dissappeared in my hospital room. His eyes shone more bright green and his hair looked more curly. I just laid there as my eyes grew bigger and bigger and the tears started to stream down my face again. I quickly wrapped my arms around Harry's brode torso and cried into the crock of his neck.
Harry: Hey, hey, shhh... what is it?
Evelyn: I-I thought I had lost you!
Harry: No, no you'll never loose me. I promise.
Evelyn: No, you don't understand. You died in cancer, we got a son together!
Harry: What are you talking about? I haven't died, and you're just sixteen, why would we have a kid now?
Evelyn: Y-you don't remember?
Harry: It was just a bad dream Evy. Nothing happened in real life, it was just a nighmare.
I sunk down on the bed with him right beside me. I cuddled him closer as I was in deep thoughts. Everything had felt so real, and it was just a nightmare? Where in time are we now then? I know he mentioned that I was just sixteen and not twentyfive like I last remembered.
When I was going to make me more comfortable in his arms I felt that I was laying on something small. I reached and grabbed it and saw that it was a piece of candy. Wait, candy?
Harry: Hey, you want to watch Titanic again before you can go to sleep?
Watch Titanic again? I've already watched it one time tonight? Then I remembered.
We're back at that night.