If I start to think about it, don’t dreams mean to have some form of significance to the person who dreamed it, does that mean i have something that i need to do. I don’t know but it is something to think about.
Walking to the next class I could see people talking to each other and a few people who seemed to be talking about me, I could tell due to them throwing glances at me.
Just ignore it, I always tell myself that but it doesn’t change the fact that those stares affect me, it feels as if there were giant pairs of eyes staring at me but I don’t think about it.
Walking into my next class, sitting down I lay my head onto the desk and fall asleep.
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If I could change one thing, what would it be?
“Wouldn’t most people want to change the past” he said, the figure was closer but yet far. The thing he said was probably true as well.
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“That is probably true.” I said in return. “Would you?” I asked. Even if I couldn't see him, it felt as if he was in deep thought.
“Yes I would.”
“But why.” I asked in my curiosity.
“Because of something that changed everything” he paused before resuming, “it would be better if the thing was changed.”
I looked at him and felt as if I got closer to knowing this figure so I asked another question.
“Wouldn’t that change who you are as well?”
“It would but that would be for the better.” he answered calmly. There was a moment of silence before I asked another question.
“Who are you?”
“A guardian with no name.” He said before everything faded to black.
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The kid disappeared again and the loneliness on this field of swords came back once more. I had started to understand the kid but didn’t know why he was like that but if I could understand one thing then it was that it would be better if he changed.
“Hehe, it looks like I still want to help others.” I laughed in self-hate.
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Waking up as the bell rang. I look around to see if the teacher has come yet, noticing that she has, I get my things ready. She started to teach but I was only halfheartedly listening to her, I was more focused on the dream i just had.
I felt like I had learned more about the figure which was important to me for some reason that I did not understand. I felt as if I had stopped being slightly lonely but I don't know why.
‘What was that dream?’