I called Alfred to pick me up at the house, informing him on where I was going. The drive to my dad's company was an hour drive, so I decided to sit back and observe my surroundings as my mind drifted off.

Why was I having these dreams, repeatedly. I try hard to see the face of the boy in my dreams but it is always fruitless. A part of my heart feels like it's been ripped out and there is nothing I can do about it. The boy in my dreams, he feels so familiar and yet so unfamiliar, like I know him but can't pinpoint where.

This is...