Dreams (A Short Story by Mark Borne)

The two figures sat sadly under the evening sky, taking in the golden sky and glowing clouds. "This is it, isn't it?" the boy asked. "This is where we part ways."

"I wish it wasn't," the girl replied sadly, resting her head on the boy's shoulder. "I wish we could just stay here in this moment forever."

The boy nodded sadly and gazed at the sky. "Even days must come to an end," he began muttering, drifting into a mournful monologue. "The light is always replaced with darkness, and all that breaths must again wake to reality."

"But the night and darkness also give way to the light," the girl reminded him. "And eventually, we all fall asleep and dream again. Besides, there are also daydreams."

The boy smiled, surprised she was the optimist this time instead of him. It amazed him how she was always exactly what he needed her to be, even without him telling her what was going through his head. All the doubts and fear was swept out of his mind, and he hugged her closer to him. "You'll always be here in my heart," he told her.

"And you'll always be in mine," she replied.

The darkness covered them, and he woke up.