Chapitre 3: Chapter 3
He immediately saw the girl the moment he opens his eyes.
I'm dreaming inside a dream. Is that even possible?
She glances at her, desperately trying to make sense of this again. She has no make-up or jewelry on, save for a thin silver charm bracelet on her right hand. She is wearing a faded grey hoodie, ripped jeans, and white Chuck's, like the pair he has on right now.
No, wait. It's exactly like the pair he's wearing right now.
Villaroel, you are so stressed. He chides himself mentally. Even your dreams are crazy.
A flight attendant approaches her as she buckles herself back into her seat.
"Cass, here's your drink."
"Oh, thank you, MJ."
His heart pounds louder at the mention of her name, as if it recognizes her.
"Cass?"
She giggled as she throws a glance at him, the sound of her laughter is a little too familiar.
"Are you ready for your final exams? ?" MJ asked her.
"I'll just need to review the CPR and emergency in-flight procedures, then heaven forbid on what will happen next." she smilingly answers. "I need to master new rules of mouth to mouth," she adds with a twinkle in her eyes.
MJ chuckles and darks a knowing glance at Heion. "You're naughty, Cass!"
"Ssshhh! Lower your voice and just continue working!" Cass jokes, playfully poking at MJ's waistline.
"Alright, alright! But, goodluck, really. You're not allowed to fail. Your boyfriend is your class trainer." MJ points out with a grin before she gives another soda to the passengers behind Heion.
Cass takes a sip and turns to Heion with an amused smile on her face. "Hon? You look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?" She feels his forehead with the back of her hand. "Are you coming down with a fever? Or just overwhelmed?
"Huh?"
She laughs hard. "Hon, you should really see your face right now."
His stress levels must've been worse than he thought. Fine. Let's see where this dream goes.
She leans over to cup his face with both her hands. Strangely enough, he allows her to invade his personal space without hesitation, as if it were the most natural thing to do.
"Happy Monthsary," she whispers, her eyes bright and sincere. "Please forgive me. I'm still have to get used of saying it."
"Saying what?" he tilts his head in confusion.
"That I love you!" she giggles. "Silly! I should have made you court me. You're annoying!"
"Court you?" his voice could no longer conceal his confusion.
She smiles and plants a long, firm kiss on his lips. She is lemon and vanilla and everything else that is good in the world. "Actually, you're right. You really did not court me," she admits. "I'm too inlove with you. You just offered coffee, ask me to go out and boom!" he looks at her amusingly. "Anyway, no regrets. Why waste time, right? When you know, you know."
He glances down on her arm and sees the silver bracelet. "By the way, thanks for these, hon." she says as she runs a finger over the charms hanging from it. One is shaped in the number 16, the other one is in the form of a delicate crescent moon.
The lights suddenly flicker again.
Wait a minute. Not yet. I still have things to ask.
"Cass..." he begins.
Dark.
Light.
Dark.
Light.
She's gone.
Dark.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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