Arwen didn't realize when she started talking in the dream. She thought she was merely watching, but when her role interchanged, she didn't realize it.
The young Arwen was long gone, and in place of her, who sat next to the boy, was her —watching the clouds with a big smile on her lips.
She only grasped everything when she heard the words leave her lips.
It stunned her as much as it could have, but more than that, what left her frozen was the face that appeared next in front of her eyes.
"Aiden!" she whispered his name out, only to see him smile back at her —the same gentle one that he always gave her. The only difference was that this time, his eyes weren't holding the complaints but just the sparkles of pure amusement.
"Moon, —"
Arwen's eyes shot open, waking up from the dream—or the memory of the past —whatever it was. She felt bewildered.
For a moment, she felt things making sense. But then the very next second, she felt it all absurd.
