Xavier

It was all so confusing. When he fell asleep, he saw your face. It was everywhere in his dreams. Sometimes you just sat there doing nothing, and sometimes you tried to say something to him. But he could never quite hear you. It wasn't until botany class that he realized you went to his school. He saw you, sitting alone with your notebook. He recognized you almost instantly. It wasn't easy to forget the face in his dreams. He wanted to talk to you, to know who you were, what you meant, but he was terrified. Nothing he dreamed about had ever come true before. One afternoon, he was locked in his shed in the woods. He had to paint, to get the images out of his head and onto the canvas so he could breathe for once. Then he heard footsteps outside and dropped his brush, startled. No one was supposed to find that place, and he'd been painting so intently that he almost didn't notice the sound.