Whispers Of The Forgotten

Hazel couldn't shake the feeling. All day, she carried the weight of the dream, the boy’s face lingering in the back of her mind like a forgotten song on the tip of her tongue. Her friends noticed her distracted mood, but when they asked, she brushed them off with a forced smile. How could she explain? How could she tell them that a boy from her dreams was haunting her, making her feel things she couldn’t understand?

By the time evening arrived, Hazel had convinced herself it was just a dream—a strange one, sure, but nothing more. But when she lay down to sleep, her heart raced with anticipation. Would she see him again?

That night, the dream returned.

This time, Hazel stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking a vast ocean. The waves crashed against the rocks below, their roar filling her ears. The sky above was painted in hues of deep orange and purple, as if the sun were setting in slow motion. She wasn’t alone.

The boy stood beside her, his expression unreadable as he gazed out at the horizon. Hazel turned to him, her breath catching in her throat. He looked the same as before—his dark hair tousled by the wind, his blue eyes piercing yet gentle.

“I thought you were gone,” she whispered.

“I told you,” he said softly, “I’ll always be with you.”

There was a long silence between them, filled only by the sound of the ocean. Hazel wanted to ask so many questions, but she didn’t know where to start. Her mind was a jumble of confusion, fear, and an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

“Why are you here?” she finally asked.

The boy turned to her, his eyes softening. “I’m here because you need to remember.”

“Remember what?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a step closer to the edge of the cliff, his gaze fixed on the sea below. “There’s something you lost, Hazel. Something important. It was taken from you a long time ago, and now… it’s time for you to find it again.”

Hazel’s chest tightened. “But how? I don’t understand any of this. Who are you? Why do I feel like I know you?”

The boy looked at her with a sadness that made her heart ache. “I’m someone you once cared about, someone who cared about you. But I can’t tell you everything. You have to find the truth for yourself.”

Before Hazel could ask more, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble. The cliff shook violently, and she stumbled, trying to keep her balance. The boy didn’t move, his calm demeanor in stark contrast to the chaos around them.

“Hazel, wake up,” he said, his voice urgent. “Wake up!”

She jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat. Her room was dark, the silence almost deafening compared to the roar of the ocean in her dream. Her heart was still racing, her pulse pounding in her ears.

This wasn’t just a dream. It couldn’t be.

Over the next few days, Hazel became obsessed. She spent hours researching dreams, lucid dreaming, and anything else that might explain what was happening to her. But nothing she found made sense. The boy’s face was seared into her mind, and the more she thought about him, the more certain she became that he wasn’t just a figment of her imagination.

One night, unable to sleep, she dug through her old childhood things—photo albums, diaries, anything that might give her a clue. In a small, tattered notebook from when she was six, she found a crude drawing of a boy. Her heart skipped a beat. It was him.

The drawing was simple, drawn with the shaky hand of a child, but the boy’s dark hair and blue eyes were unmistakable. Beneath it, in her childish handwriting, was the name “Eli.”

Eli.

The name echoed in her mind, triggering a flood of half-formed memories. She remembered playing in the woods as a child, talking to someone who was always with her, even though no one else could see him. Her parents had called him her “imaginary friend,” but Hazel had always known he was more than that.

Suddenly, it all made sense. Eli wasn’t just a dream. He had been with her since she was a child, and somehow, she had forgotten him. But why? And why was he appearing to her now?

Determined to find answers, Hazel knew what she had to do. That night, as she lay down to sleep, she focused all her thoughts on the boy from her dreams. On Eli.

As she drifted off, she whispered his name, hoping he would come to her again.

And in the world between dreams and reality, the boy waited.

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