I breath in and out quickly. Another one on these bad dreams.

I feel liquid on my face. No suprise there, this happens everyday.

As long as I have remembered I have had these bad dreams. They feel so real.

Like lost memories. In these dreams I am someone else. A boy who loves another boy. But their love ends in a tragic double suicide.

Well, I guess it's time to get ready. Today is my first day at my University. I used to live in the states with my mom and little brother.

I have come back to attend college. In Thailand. It's loud and people surround me.

I see a long line. That must be where we get our schedules. I walk to the back of the line and wait for my turn.

"Sawadee kha, my name is Manow would you like to be friends", a girl said to me an another boy.

His name was Team.

I made good friends. I met Dean later on hanging out with Team.

P'Dean kept staring at me. It made me feel weird. My heart was beating fast.

After that we kept meeting. Every time we met I would get those dreams. But they were not dreams. I was awake.

(Dean's Pov)

I kept meeting the mouse Pharm everywhere I went. Whenever I saw him he would get shy. Sometimes he would get these panic attacks and tear up.

I would also get these things like flashbacks, but of someone else's life.

(Pharm's Pov)

We began hanging out and going on dates. I told him about my dreams,

He said he had the same exact ones.

Of the two gay lovers that were disowned by their fathers. But they would give up.

One killed himself because he felt like it was too much. He made his lover so sad. The tears and screams were so bad. I will never forget that sadness.

He grabbed the gun and shot himself to, and layed next to his lover.

At the funeral they tied red strings around each of the lover's fingers.

So that in their next life they would find each other and live happy.

We went to someone that could help us. They did.

I felt whole. I think Dean did too. The dreams would still come and go for the both of us.

But, it didn't matter. We have found our other half and we're living good.

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*This is not entirely my own story. it's a Thai drama called Uwma

(Until we meet again)

All I did was put it in my own words and point of view. I hope you like it.*