"Mila, can we please forget about this? Please, I would rather talk about something else but not the girl in my dreams." Ash sighed while combing his tangled hair with his fingers.

"Why shouldn't we? I mean, for how long have you been having this dream? Since we were twelve, Ash, twelve," She chuckled while raising her fingers to show twelve, "and for all these years you have been telling me this one thing. That you would not talk about the girl, why? Is it someone I know, or you just don't want me to know about your dreams and stuff?" She scoffed and then got out of bed.

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